Part 1

It’s true, being a good person fucks you over in this world. I’m such a good friend to the only friend that I have…that I don’t plan to do it after her birthday. She turns 21. I’m the lamest person..she is sad because we both have anxiety so it’s not like we can party. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be an upbeat friend.. I have no job & I’m underage & my parents would never buy me liquor or even beer. It makes me wanna strangle myself. My mother won’t feed me in the mornings till my dad gets home. So I’m just gonna stop eating all together. I already started to. But its hard to hold on till her birthday. I don’t have the energy to pretend anymore.. I can’t keep painting my face & wearing clothes I can’t afford, without it I can’t go outside..I can’t let anyone see me at all I feel ugly. I just need to go. I just wish I had a way to buy her stuff to get her drunk but I have no one to ask