Why am I even still trying to be honest...?
I mean, what's the point?
It's pointless.
I'm never gonna be what I want to be.
I'm never gonna look, or act the way people want me to.
I'm never gonna be like those other girls.
I'm confused.
What's the point?
There isn't a point.
Not anymore.
And I'm so tired of this.
Tired of everything.
I don't like feeling like this.
I hate it.
I hate me.
And I can't fix it.
No one can.
So I'm sorry.
For everything.
And know I tried very hard.
I tried really hard but...
I just can't.
I won't be like those girls.
Those skinny, beautiful, flawless looking girls.
The girls who don't have to starve themselves to be skinny.
Or the girls who have guys after them.
The girls who are kind, who get recognized.
The girls you SHOULD care about.
Not me.
Not the depressed girl.
Not the quiet girl.
The ugly girl.
The girl guys avoid.
The girl guys tell to go die.
I'm not worth it.
I'm worthless.
I'm nothing.
I always was and always will be.
And that can't be fixed.
I'm so sorry I put you through this.
But I won't anymore.
I won't cause you anymore pain.
Soon.
Cause soon... I won't bother you.
Soon... we won't fight.
I won't ever make you cry.
