No matter how hard I try, it doesn't matter. I hate me. I feel so out of place, everywhere. I don't feel comfortable, unless I am at home. Where no one can see me, talk about me, judge me. I try my best to be a good person, go out of my way to be nice to people, but it doesn't matter, because they still hate me and deem me unacceptable. I wish I would just die, then I would be free from all this. How long must I endure?! I don't know how much more of this I can take, I am at the point to where, I feel like I am gonna just snap.
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