My whole existence is not important so why should my name or where I come from be any different? I fucked up big time. I'm rude, obnoxious, two-faced, a bitch, and just damn fake. I always try my best to change, but my past me just comes back to haunt me. I'm a loser and I bet you one million fucking dollars that everybody secretly hates me. I'm an annoying asshole and I'll be literally surprised if you talk to me. Who the hell would want to bother with me anyway? I know what it feels like to be abandoned, lost, and lied to. Maybe that's what shaped into who I am today. It's odd how I can be so fucking happy all the damn time and nobody suspects that my thoughts are slowly consuming my insides. People always say I'm so nice and kindhearted. That I'm a beautiful person. Well, does what I wrote so far make you think of me as a beautiful person? Where's that nice and kindhearted girl now? WHERE IS SHE. Every day is a pain for me. I wake up wondering what am I going to screw up today. Truth is, I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't want to be the reason someone is questioning their self-worth. I don't want to be that girl you go to if you ever need someone slapped. I just don't want to be that kind of person. My whole life I believed that tears are a weakness. I believed that I could do things on my own. I believed that I was strong and nobody could knock me down. I guess I was wrong. I need help. No, I just need someone to talk to. I just need someone to keep me sane. I just need someone who can listen to my problems. I just need someone who will let me yell at them. I just need someone to accept me. I just need someone.

But I wouldn't waste your time on me. I'm just destruction. Turn back now before the air that you breathe becomes the air that you choke.