Why is it that I can't walk the same path as others.
I know I'm ugly. I know I'm fat but I try so why am I not losing weight. Why is it that I can't get up in the morning to do basic needs. Why is it that no one likes me. I can look yet why can't I touch, I don't know if it's because I'm not allowed to or I didn't allow myself too.
I don't want to die but I wish I just wasn't here in the first place. I feel like me being born was a mistake, I was a birth control baby so why am I here. I don't want to die, I really don't. but I don't want to be alive either, I'm just wasting space for others. Just a piece of trash in the streets, flowing in the winds for everyone to ignore.
Sorry for ranting.
Why am I crying if I don't deserve to cry.
YOU ARE READING
venting
Non-Fictionthis is just me venting you don't have to read this I doubt anyone is this is just for myself like a diary.
