Confessions of a Teenager
me, myself, and someone like me, written by someone totally different.
im so sick of looking in the mirror and hating what i see. i fight a war against myself every day, and i know im fighting a loosing battle because i can never stick to anything. no matter what i do i know i wont be happy with the outcome so i dont even know why i bother to try anymore. it sickens me to know i hate myself so much, but honestly i cant find reason to love myself. when i look at myself all i see is a broken scared little girl with scars all over herself because she doesnt know how else to deal with all the emotions banging around in her empty skull.....where her brain should be but obviously isnt because she isnt smart at all, she's failing math again and at risk in science.but people keep telling her she's smart, that she's creative. but what's so creative about graffiti? it's just words illegally spray painted on walls. And if she's so smart, would she be covering herself in scars and filling herself with drugs?