It feels like I'm just a disappointment to everyone. I'm not strong, so why does everyone keep doing shit that breaks me. I cried over the person I love because it feels like he doesn't love me, but I can't be angry at him. I can never be angry at him. I love him too much. I'm a failure in my parents eyes. The only people who are here for me is the one I love and my best friend. Why am I here? Just to disappoint because that's the only thing I'm good at. Then again, there's no point in writing this. No one cares.
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Me (A Book About My Life)
Non-FictionI decided that I need to write this because all of you only know what my bio says about. That's all, so I'm going to write this so I can answer any questions you may have. Also, to share my experiences with you and anything else really. Well, see ya...
