Is there really any good in me? Have I done anything good in life? Have I? I’m always in the wrong… my family is always right. My mother especially. Everything I do is wrong! Why doesn’t anyone understand what I feel, how I think, what makes me smile, sad, laugh, hate? I finally realized last week. I have no one. I am alone. No one can understand anything about me. I cannot reveal to them my deepest, darkest secrets. They will abandon me. Run away from me like I am a psycho axe murderer.

I look at myself and want to destroy the thing staring back at me. Perhaps I should commit suicide and just leave my hurt behind. I have gotten into cutting, but I haven’t the will to cut deep enough. But who could stop me? No one will… and no one would care anyway. I’m just another drop in the bucket. Another small dot that will never be missed.

Moonlight spilling into my room, I cry myself to sleep hoping for a better day. I’ve made myself pale, cold, gaunt, ugly. No warm hands touch, hug, or kiss me. Who would? What friends do I have… none. If I could have something for Christmas it would be a friend…a truly understanding and uplifting friend. The kinda of person who will never judge you and point out your faults like family seems to do. Just someone you could talk to about anything and could pour out your heart to when it has been broken. A person who will just listen… is there such a person? I wouldn’t know. I’m so effing introverted and I draw so much inside of myself… I will not find him or her.

I hate myself…I hate everything about me… my body, hair, personality, everything! Just somebody pull the damn trigger and let it be over with! I cannot stand the pain any longer! The aching in my heart must stop!

I apologize to anyone who even cares to read this. I didn’t mean to go on a b!tching spree. I have held this too long inside of me, I needed to write it out.

Yours Truly,
*~A~*