I don't know what it is to love yourself. There I nothing to love about me. I don't even know what I'm doing here I guess it was meant to be. I don't know if I am good at writing I won't lie. But even if I'm not I still want to try.

Often I feel like I don't exist. Why don't I exist? Because I am always just in my room and that'd the place live.

I'm addicted to my phone, One Direction, my family, my friends, I love my food and  the Internet... The list doesn't end.