
Broken,alone, and full of regrets that never seem to leave my mind. I can't think of other things only depression, anxiety and death. People pretend to love me but in reality they don't and I know it. I can feel it. Literally. I feel emotion. People can't hide their hate and dislike for me even if they pretend to like me. I know the truth. No one can help me. Well I have 2 people that can but they don't know I even am alive. Well maybe they will notice me when I'm gone...All Rights Reserved