
Its ma birthday, I’ll get pie if I want to. Can’t deny that I want food, but I’ll lie if I have to.

Failing — probably the one and only thing I don’t fail at doing. Failing and being a disappointment.
Unsure and confused. Sucks hearing things you really should not be hearing. The pain when the words finally sink in. The feeling that how you thought things were, weren’t what they were. But there’s a slight confusion since I am really not supposed to care.. It has nothing to do with me, but why is it affecting me so badly.

This girl is never enough for anyone. Being constantly compared with other kids hurts so badly, okay. It is frustratiiiiiing. I didn’t use to care of what others thought of me. And I honestly do not know what happened to that. Like reality hit me hard in the face. There’s nothing I can show forth and tell the world I have accomplished something — none. I overthink and my insecurities get the best of me.