I'm so tired. So so very tired of today. The day after my weekend. The day where most go to pray to someone I don't believe in anymore. Sundays always bring me down. No matter how pretty I dress.. It gives me slight depression.
And before this I was wondering when it would be my turn to love or leave. My turn to choose what I want to do without being scared. My turn to run away. But of course, these feelings can only ever be, and should only ever be, feelings.
Nothing is right with me anymore. I hate this. I'm only 14. I have a whole life ahead of me, but I feel like ending it for the sake of never wishing to feel this way again.
It was my fault anyway. My fault that my friends don't even feel comfortable with my touch because of the way I show my affection. I get it. I'm weird. And maybe I should just stop. Its not like they'll love me hard like I love them hard.
Maybe I suffocate them. And that's why they try and avoid my touch. But then again, im annoying, and overbearing. I get why they wouldn't want me around, even though I crave for them to at least enjoy my presence. To at least want, no need me around. For something. Anything. It could even be for something as dumb as to let them walk on me. I just need someone to want me, even a little bit.
I'm so so very desperate for someone to love me that I've given up. I don't even think I'm worth it anymore. I'm not worth the oxygen I need to survive. I'm not even worth the ground I walk on. I am nothing. And right now, that's all ill be. An empty shell, with nothing, and no one to give my everything to.