Anonymous
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I’m not sure I will ever know. The amount of times I’ve prayed for the lord to tell me reach the triple digits. I feel like all I ever do is sit and cry—besides when I’m at school. When I’m in school I just sit and stare. But at least I make decent grades I guess? That’s one thing I should like about myself. But I feel like A’s and B’s aren’t enough, I feel like I have to work myself to the bone to feel successful, but I don’t; I never actually TRY, as much as I feel the need to, because I barely have the motivation to get out of bed in the mornings. I go through the same things everyone else does, I’m just being melodramatic. I KNOW people go through worse than me. Sometimes I’m envious of people who go through worse. It’s as bad as it sounds. I’ve been groomed countless times on the internet and irl, but I’m not even 14 yet. But I don’t want sex. I want someone to love, but I don’t think I’ll ever get that. I may not be alive tomorrow at all.