Dear reader,
My birthday is today.
No one remembered.
Not even my family
Not even my mother
I promised myself i wouldn’t do it, couldn’t do it.
That was 3 years ago.
3 forgotten birthdays.
3 years of pain.
I’m going to die alone
I’m not going to burden you
or waste anymore of your time, like my mother says i do to her.
I’m a pathetic waste of a girl
It might be too early some say
16 years aren’t enough, i’m never going to experience it all.
I don’t need to.
I’ve seen enough.
Im never going to be the pretty girl.
The ones you see in magazines.
The cheeleder.
And I wont be loved
like those girls
and im sorry
im so so sorry for all ive done.
for just being alive
im sorry
its better this way
