So I absolutely hate doing this. I hate telling other people about my problems. Mostly because I want to listen to others as a career and I feel like if I’m making people listen to me, it’s just defeating the purpose. But here goes. After Luke texted me tonight, I just started thinking about how easy it was for him to drop me. And how easy it must be for everyone to just do that. And it hit me that….I’m not needed. No one needs me. Not one person on this earth would die without me. And that….that kills me. I get that people always leave. I expect it. I don’t expect people to stick around for long. But I’ve finally realized that I’ll never be the one leaving. I’ll always be the one being left. And….wow that sucks. It literally makes me sick to my stomach. I honestly feel like puking. And that’s why I’ve felt so bad the past few days. It’s just this feeling that I’ve been ignoring. But it’s funny because I don’t actually feel anything. I’m just empty. I want to feel hurt or angry or anything. But I don’t. I’m empty. And I don’t think boys like empty girls. I’m not what any boy wants. There’s nothing about me that’s worthwhile. I’m not pretty enough. I’m not skinny enough. I’m not smart enough. I’m not out going enough. I’m not enough. And I always thought if I could just come to terms with that, then I’d be okay. But I’m not. Like I finally told myself that truth. I quit sugar coating it. And I don’t feel any better. I feel….nothing. That’s a lie. I feel worthless. A worthless nothing. And I don’t think the feeling is going away. I think I might just have to learn to live with this. And I don’t know how long a life like that can last.
i should honestly be a chef…
everything i make is: a) fucking awesome. or b) fucking awesome.
imagine being attractive
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