A BoOk oF RaNdOm (SeQuEl tO "ThE RaNdOmNeSs iS ReAl")

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I'm ugly.

I'm fat.

I'm stupid.

I'm breaking hearts, even my own.

I'm unappreciated.

I'm trying too hard.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid to give up.

I'm afraid of everything you can name and I'm able to give you one reason or more.

I'm not ready.

I'm confused.

I'm a idiot.

I'm a loser.

I'm not okay.

I'm not fine.

I'm a lier.

I'm no warrior.

I'm everything I'm afraid of being but dead.

I'm too scared of death to go to bed at night.

I'm wrong, but not when I talk about this.

I'm never wrong when it comes to my flaws, how ugly, fat, stupid, etc I am.

I'm not flawless.

I'm knowing of how no one is flawless.

I'm also knowing of how that applies to me fully.

I'm no perfection.

I'm worth your worst insults.

I'm your worst insults.

I'm sorry about it too, but I can't.

I'm unable to go on like this.

I'm gonna break someday.

I'm already broken.

I'm gonna fade.

I'm gonna disappear one day.

I'm wondering if you'll care.

I'm wondering if you even do care.

I'm trying to tell lie from truth.

I'm holding myself up.

I'm wondering. . . . Do you even try to help me?

I'm happy if you are.

I'm not surprised if you're not.

I'm not surprised if you do not want to help a ugly, fat, stupid, heartbroken, unappreciated (probably for good reason. . . .), confused, idiotic, losing, lying, insulting, broken, fading, untruthful, falling, and wondering bisexual girl like me. Why do I even exist?

I'm existing, but why? For pain? For fear? For the illusion I'm helping but I'm just ruining everything? Why?

I'm here to smile and help others feel better about themselves, probably.

I'm failing at my job.

I'm me. And it's not a good thing. . . .

I'm sure you don't even care.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

I'm ending this chapter.

I'm doing it for you. Because I do care, even if you don't.

I'm a sucker.

I'm ending the chapter now.

I'm sorry.