I’m just trying to understand life. i don’t know who I am. Why I’m here…? If I’m going to be forgotten in the end, then why even try? Life has been rough, you know finding out who you are. But I think the worst part is knowing who you are, and not liking it… At all. I’ve made plenty of mistakes that I choose not to mention. I’m not proud of who I am, not am I sure who I am, but whoever I am, I am not worthy of being around. I’m so…wrong in so many ways. And I can’t change that. And nobody deserves to have to deal with someone who’s that bad of a person.