The spark is out.
I've been happy before. TRULY happy, I have been. I remember what it felt like to just wake up to the sun, and smile. What happened? Life happened. Have the obstacles became more secure, or have I just became more weak? I want to go back. But we all wish that at some point.I'm truly a terrible person now. And I wish I wern't. But, I am.
I'm only sixteen; and life gets harder and harder everyday. I always argue just to stuggle with being overly correct than the other person. I just have this stong urge and desire to just quit, or cry. I hate crying. I always say I'm quitting. And then I always say I'm perfectly fine. I'm such an idiot. I'm so pathetic. My life is s***. Why am I even still here? I suppose the truth is, I don't have it in me to kill myself.
I always push away the ones that think they know me well enough. And day by day, I challenge them. Why do I secretly push them away? I'm so stupid, I hate myself. I don't fit in anywhere. Nobody cares about me. They all say they do. I'm a b****. I always take advantage of the love people give me. I hate myself.
I wish that tomorrow I'd die so everyone else can be happy without me starting drama.