Whats wrong with me? It seems like I'm a reject doll. I'm just overly rejected. I just want to curl up in a hole and die. I want to cut so bad, but I can't. I can't stand to see my blood. All I see is his face and its still so perfect, so angelic to me, but I don't mean a thing to him. And you know what? It sucks. I'm going to openly admit that. Because it rips me apart inside. I'm just not good enough. For anybody. Not preppy enough, not skinny enough, not happy enough, not anything! I'm just a worthless piece of s**t. Devon was right.
Right now I can see it, my heart bursting into a million pieces, molding itself into something hard and cold and then bursting into flames before being staked, ripped in two, nailed into a pretty picture frame and hung over somebody's mantle as a remembrance of my suffering.
Should be on your shoulders...
