December 14th, 2016by brxken._.lxcks
I’m not pretty… it’s a fact. The more I stare at the person in the mirror, I criticize everything about myself, I don’t find any good things in myself anymore. I’m not fun to be with, I’m boring, after a while everyone leaves and replaces me immediately. Am I really that replaceable? I am I really that much similar to everyone else? I know I’m not worth anything, and I’m just waiting for death to pay me a visit.