I'm feeling terrible.
Curling up here, moping, feeling sorry for myself, drowning in the fear and loneliness.
Weak and pathetic.
Even I despite myself now, who else in the world can think any different.
Who else can love me in the world...
Mum loves me, but she's in another world. Dad loves me, but he's lost in his own world.
I'm not loved, and so not lovable.
I'm selfish and ugly. I'm jealous with the whole happy world.
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