I'm the Monster you created

I'm the Monster you created

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" I want to be happy... But something inside me says I don't deserve it. You know...? I'm trying, trying to do my best, but it's never good enough. I'm always replaceable, always the second choice, I'm just a worthless piece of shit ... But... I understand it, I wouldn't choose me neither. I just can't take this anymore, I think I'm starting to ruin more and more other people lives and I don't want that, I want other people to feel happy, but it's ok if it's not around me, I just don't want to make people suffer just like I'm suffering, because I care to much about them. My only wish was just for someone to care about me, to tell me I'm important but that's so selfish of me because I don't deserve it, I don't deserve attention, I'm just a error in the system, a mistake of God. So i might just let the demons win this time, I might just drown into the bottom of the lake and give up. No one would notice anyway... No would be there to catch me while I'm falling, I would just fall into the infinite, doing what it's better for everyone, broken and alone with pain harming and tearing apart my heart forever..." Warning! Some things in this story may trigger some people. bxb Story
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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