I’m constantly wondering if anyone really likes me, I mean I hate myself so I wonder what other people think of me. I’m sorry to all the people who I have pushed away, I feel like my emotions have always got the best of me. I wish I had someone to talk to. I’m waiting for my turn to be happy, but I can’t seem to find anything these days..
Most of all, I am sorry to my mother who I know I’ve let down by being this sad and lonely. I’ve failed her, I’ve failed myself.