I left behind every one when I need them the most.
I guess I am tired,
Tired of being bitched about me on my back.
Tired of being laughed at me.
Tired of being made fun of me.
Tired of feeling ugly.
Tired of being ignored
Tired of being unloved
Tired of no one caring
Tired of pretending to be happy
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can’t be happy with myself , then nobody will ever be happy from me, and it will make me even more paranoid. It’s a cycle insecurity, lack of confidence and difference. It’s all a cycle.