Sixteen years of my life wasted, bad choices left and right-make me want to cry. If only I wasn't so lonely, I feel like I want to die.
Staying up all night thinking of the past I start to worry about my future. Why do I hate myself so, lack of confidence is the key, step one is to be me.
Some things I cannot change in me, some things I can improve, but is it really worth it?
A world based on appearance, skin is what we seek, mental attraction is an illusion.