I pray to God every day for something horrible to happen to me, like being kidnapped, or to my family so I can be different. When something bad happens to someone else, I stay away from them so I don’t have to try and comfort them because I’m so jealous. I once almost intentionally started a fire while my family slept. 🙁
I’m sorry. I am so sorry.
I love my mom more than my dad.
I don’t love my siblings at all.
My brother’s gay and I don’t have a problem with it, but I’m the only one he didn’t tell, and I’m the only one who didn’t guess.
Music makes me furious because I love it so much, but I cannot sing or play an instrument, and I don’t have the money or dedication to learn.
I don’t have any life goals. I don’t have an aspirations. I just daydream of impossible things, like having superpowers. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be motivated enough to chase after them.
I pretend to hate dances, boy bands, and half my friends just to relate with a guy who has a crush on one of my best friends.
I am terrified of the future, but I am not afraid of dying.
I hate most in the world other things that I can’t think of, including regret, and disappointing people. So much that all my friends describe me as a completely different person because I act so differently around them.
People only talk to me because the want school help, and I’m not smart at all. I just write a lot and use big words to make it look like I’m trying really hard. It’s why I’m failing math, but have a 116 in English.
I’m diagnosed with insomnia, but my parents refuse to accept it.
If I was dating someone I would definitely cheat on them for someone hotter, and then act like the victim and say they forced me into if they figured out.
I am alone and average and I cannot complain, so that’s all I want to do.