I was there because to be a lab rat. Im here because my cousin asked for help. And I'm, well here here, forcing myself on you because no one here accepts me. You can say all you wanr but its not like you're waking away anytime soon.
i hate this feeling. i hate feeling like i will never be good enough for anyone. i hate crying for hours. but most of all, i hate you because you make me feel this way but I'll never be good enough for you.
This is sad because this is how depression works . No one notices , cares , or even gives a shit until your laying dead cold in a fucking casket. Then "you were so beautiful" "smart" and "everyone loved you.