Sitting down on the bed I prepare myself to stay up late again. I feel like a child of 10 shouldn't be thinking about blood and knives as soothing something. I wake up from a nightmare to a scare of the dark and I feel unsafe. I don't know why people like me or care about me, I'm just mistake. Every salty tear doesn't matter when im upset, my friends don't seem to like me.
I'm........ worthless, and I need to accept that.
Because once my bff goes to a different high school....ill have nobody to talk to except teachers.
Happiness, something I had when I was much smaller and now something I want