things keep building up. little things. like homework and work that my boss gave me to take home. social gatherings that i said i would attend.
people like me. i am pretty. my parents pay my rent. i have lots of money. men like me. but i don’t like myself.
i am trying to be sober from drugs and alcohol. without anything to numb my brain, it feels broken. i just don’t want to do this anymore. i can’t cope. i wish there was a god so i wouldn’t feel so lonely.
deep inside i am just a lazy conceited selfish bratty little girl who usually gets […]