My dad is dying. I can't do a thing about it. I see his pain, I hear it in his voice, I see it in his every move. And I can't do a damn thing about it.
I'm overweight and a loser. That's one hell of a combination.
I have no life.
The only thing I'm good at is school. And writing. Where is that going to get me?
Especially when I won't have enough money to attend a college I actually want to go to because my family has no money.
I hate myself so much. I can't stand the sight of myself. And I want so much for something and I don't even know what the fuck it is I want.
Someone rescue me from my life.
Devious Comments
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* take a look at your life
you kneel before your heroes
you're nothing 'till the weekend *
You piss me off.
Your are not overweight or a loser
Look at all your friends who care about you.
Stop looking at the downfalls that happen in your life and look at the good things in life not the crappy things
Holly, we shall have a talk at school on Monday about this You hear me!
Love ya!
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I deviate, therefore I am.
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