To Create. To Live

Ugly Thoughts

I bet if I stay here long enough people will forget I ever existed at all

Why was I ever born

It's best this way, the sooner they forget about me the better

Nothing I do is ever good enough for anyone, myself included

She joked that she was going to forget me
She will never realize just how scared that made me feel

Ideally, I'd have never existed in the first place

I'm a design flaw

Who approved me, it was a terrible idea

I'll be here. I always am.

You can't do anything right can you?

No wonder no one wants you 

Some other kid will do it better, and they'll actually like it

I'm not even second choice, I'm a backup friend

I hope this headache kills me

People only look after me once they know I'm messed up

I have two options, be pitied or ignored

I wish I knew how to find somewhere between being overwhelmed and apathetic

I have fantasies of being hit by cars, or diagnosed with cancer, or being a victim of a school shooting

You are not helping anyone. You are not benefiting anyone in any way, whatsoever.

What makes you think you have any place here?

They keep saying that this is the worst of it but they're wrong, there is so much more to deal with and work for and worry over

The worst part is I can't ever believe them

How pathetic can I get, really?

Creep like you just sitting around waiting to be rescued by knights in shining armor when all they are looking for are princesses you stupid freak

I wish I could just lay in the snow and never get back up