I am the worst person, alive.
I do not understand why you people like me, love me.
I'm horrible because I always ask for support. I rant and rave about my sucky life. I always want a shoulder to lean on, and I always want to be trusted. But I can't give it back and I hate
that about me. I hate that I can't smile, that I can't feel. That I can't even be happy about anything other than My friends.
My friends are my life. I hope I'm good enough for them. I'm incredibly smart. and horribly weak. I'm just a nerd really. I read every chance I get. I finsih a book and a half a day. Ten a week. chapter books. all with a minimum of 315 pages.
well idk what tosay. Besides I'm really really sorry.
For all the shit I put everyone through.
