Anonymous
I'm so envious of people. Not only of the good everybody has. Their new electronics, their new clothes,,, the care they receive for existing. No, not just the good things. I, want to make my problems, real. I want them to be the real issues people see, so that the reason I suck, makes sense, and matters. I never got the confidence to hurt myself, so there's only a small nick on my thumb to show for it. Excusable. I was going through hell in that messy and cluttered room, food stuck to my carpets, hair matted, and all I have to show is some measily nick on my finger. It's so unfair how all those mental issues I was out through, didn't make any meaningful mark, so now, I have to struggle through like like nothing happened, expected to well, get a life. It's so unfair. I have nothing to fall on, I'm poor, ugly, fat, and my family is gone. And yet I will still go recycle bottles tomorrow for a few extra bucks like nothing is wrong. Life isn't fair.