Some days,
a lot of days,
actually,
I feel just pathetic.
Weak.
Crippled.
Incapable.
Overall,
like I'm
a loser.
Part of this
is a normal
teenager thing—
or so
I've been told.
But part of it
is that
no amount of
self-affirmations
or service
or any of that
cheesy junk
teachers
and counselors
or whoever
force-feed us
will fix me
on the inside.
I know
everyone
thinks I'm
negative.
What I'd
that's just
who I am?
What if
I don't want
to change?
What if
I don't actually
care?
What if
having a
positive attitude just
isn't enough?
I just want to get
better.
Not worse.
Because even
realizing
I'm not as
on the verge of
death
as I thought,
I still feel
hopeless.
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Remember; You Have the Universe
Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
