My life is like a China doll I get pushed away to collect dust, People admire me once in awhile but I'm really just there to be stared at. I'm a sad excuse of a human, how can people love me if I don't love myself.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
This is a story about my life and why I wanted to help people in the first place.
And why I think there are no such thing as bad people but people that didn't have the good influence they needed to be great.
Hope u like it.