Why do we live in this fantasy? This fantasy that we know each other. That we love each other. So we don’t have to face reality well here’s reality. I’m an insecure girl who wants to die but can’t because deep down I love life. I’m not thin, not super smart, I have pimples and zits like every other teen, I’m insecure, I’m a pain in the ass, I’m hurt, I’m helpless, I’m fighting, I’m a surviver, I’m a believer, I’m falling apart but nobody will ever know because it’s easier to say I’m okay then explain the truth and the story. Life sucks. Life really sucks, but no matter how much I try to ignore it things happen. Bad things always happen. Life constantly screws me over and I let it. It’s so hard to live it’s so hard for me. It’s killing me to live, but I can’t die. I need to prove to myself that I can do great things. I need to save and inspire other people like me. Let them know that even though life’s a bitch you can beat it at it’s own game. I need to win. I need to beat life’s ass, because if I don’t life will beat mine. It’s already winning, but life may win a few battles in the end I’m winning the war.

I feel unwanted, and unneeded…