I just realised. I haven’t felt this way for a while. Maybe because I was always running. Stress, work, study. Too busy to think about it. I was fooled by the pretty lies, but at the end of the day, I realised.
How worthless I was. How useless. How unsightly. How much I hated myself.
There’s no way I can be proud of myself.
At the bottom of my heart, I really, really hated myself.
”How are you?” I’m always asked. I couldn’t answer. An answer that I could be proud of. The fear of being looked down on. I got the grades. I did well in sports. I could play musical instruments. I’m not exactly bad with people either.
So how did I end up like this?155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCi9EE23Nwv
I can’t accept it. I can’t let anyone see. I want to disappear.
I’ve disappointed everyone, but most of all, myself.
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