I sit by people I have no idea how to talk to they are popular im not im anti-social they aren't I hate myself they don't.
Why?
Why are they what I'm not? Why can't I be like them.
Skinny.
Pretty.
Popular.
And loved...
My mother is a pill popper my father yells my step mom hates and my siblings hurt me with words like "fat ugly not good enough and dumbass".
Why?
Why do I still live with them? If all they do is hurt me.
Why am I still alive even when my so called "friend" told me to kill myself?
Why am I me? Suicidal thoughts cloud my mind along with the urge to cut. My parents don't know I'm still like this.
All they know is I got help and I'm better....
Wrong.
I'm worse...why? Because I miss my old happy self especially my ex Jordan.
Laura I don't know are we even together anymore? I feel like you hate me.
I'm sorry.
Maybe I'll try again.....should I?
