I know nobody will read this. Nobody cares. I just thought somebody would like to know what it's like being me.
Everyday, waking up seems useless. I have to spend twenty minutes to talk myself into going to school everyday. To convince myself that today will be better. But everyday I know I'm lying. I know that it's not gonna be better. I'm still going to be left out, I'm still going to be yelled at for doing nothing wrong. My friends will still forget to ask me how I'm doing, my teachers will over look me crying through my work. That through it all I have to smile, and act as if I'm alright. Cause I don't want them to worry, or think that I'm not okay. I don't want them to feel bad for me. After school I have the bus. Where I say I'm tired so my friend won't bother me as much. She rubs me on the back, and for once I feel comfort. Then she leaves. I have to go to the back with my other friends, where I put on yet another fake smile to not worry them. Then they leave. I walk home from my bus stop, singing to push back the tears. I get home, eat, go to my room watch videos to hide the pain, eat again, and do chores. My mom gets home and gets mad for me not doing those chores right. Yet I'm still grateful for them and love them. then go to bed. Only to repeat the cycle in the morning, only this time taking twenty-one minutes to get up.