I hate my life. Sometimes I really wonder why I have a purpose for breathing. Sometimes in the car I hope I get in an accident, or someone will randomly shoot me. I'm so depressed for no reason. Yeah, I have a lot of shit going on at home, but that doesn't give me an excuse to be such a little whiny bitch. But maybe it does. I hate that my friends don't understand me. I wish someone would fucking understand me! I'm lost and I have things about myself that I wish I could let go of. I feel so disconnected from everyone. Some of them are mean to me for no reason, too, or maybe I just take everything too personally. I hate thinking that sometimes they'd be better off without me... I'd be better off without them. But I hate being lonely. I hate it. I wish I could tell someone everything. I wish someone would just listen and not say a thing. But that's not possible. People have too many opinions and want to say them. I get it, but I don't want to hear it. People kill me. I'm so jealous of everyone that has everything I don't. I'm jealous of people who've had both parents at their side their entire lives. I'm jealous of people with beautiful homes. I'm jealous of people who grew up in a supporting family. I'm so god damn jealous. I want to be older now. I want to be beautiful, powerful, free... but I'm not. I wish I could just disappear. I hate myself.
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AuthorHi, my name is Lizzie. I'm about to turn 18, and I'm worried a lot, and I love food, and I lack self-control a lot, and I'm really talkative, and none of this information is important, yet I'm compelled to say it all. This is my blog. Archives
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