I hate who I am. I have no friends. The only people that care about me is my family. The “friends” I have will say hi to me sometimes and what not, but im always by myself. Nobody wants to hang out with me. I’ll admit I am shy sometimes. I just hate who I am. I have felt this way ever since my family moved from the house I grew up in. We didn’t move far, but I just hated the fact that we moved and everything has seem to have been shit since then. Since we have moved, I have lost my grandma who used […]
