I’m nothing but empty. I’m numb to everything. I don’t know what I want. I don’t even care.
I have friends.
I have family.
Most people don’t like me.
But they don’t know me.
They don’t know what I’ve gone through and what I’m still dealing with.
I don’t want them to know. I don’t want to be looked at differently.
I just want to be accepted.
I want to be happy.
I want to feel happy.
I’d like to forgive and forget.
Forget. It’s what everyone else has done.
I’m pitiful.
I’m nothing.
I’m unhappy.
I’m not alone.
I want to be alone. […]