Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just cried? Cried because you're ugly. Because you're not good enough. You counted all your flaws from head to toe, to punish and feel worse about yourself. Cried because the comments people blurt out, actually hurt your feelings. Cried because your family is dysfunctional. You don't want to be a burden, so you bottled it all up. Around people, you're the happiest ray of sun shine. But nobody knows, that at night when you're alone, you break down and just cry.
I mean, what’s the point. The people I care about are just leaving me. I want to do something, but I can’t. I know they don’t even care about me anymore too. I hate that everything has taken a wrong turn and became a disaster. I miss you guys, but you seem like you are doing way better without me. I’m hurting inside knowing you people left, but apparently my feelings don’t matter anymore. I guess I’ll stop trying now, everybody leaves in the end anyway.