Don’t know what people want from me. To suffer? To not reach my goals and dreams? To hate myself? To kill myself? To feel unloved? To not find love? To feel rejected? To not feel pretty or have any esteem? Having confidence made me a target of bullying…they took my bliss. I’m so unhappy alive now. Only fantasy is my refuge from a cruel planet. They wanted to take that from me. It’s all I had.