A question we teenagers ask ourselves every now and again. Personally, I kinda know who I am. I'm a self-destructive cynical girl who's pretty fucked up. Whether it's my trust issues, paranoia, the morbidity that arises in my head, or just the everyday shit fest that I live in. It all equals to my being fucked. The funny thing is, I live a good life. I go to a good school, I have a family that loves me, and I have friends who try and be there for me. But that honestly doesn't matter. No matter what happens, no matter what people say, I'm stuck with the shit that's in my head. Now I'm most likely never going to publish this, but if I do and someone actually reads this shit, just know: this is not for your entertainment. This is not to please you. This is for me and only me. This is so I can think back and look at how fucked up my thinking was when I was younger and realize that I've hopefully changed for the better. This is Not For You!
"Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad,how horrible they truly are. Nobody. Knows.Me."