I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!!! No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I worry, I'm always coming in last and never stand compairing to my friends. I work as hard as I can and do as much as I can yet my grade suck and the people who were always asking me for help always get better grades!!!!!!
I have sooo many big dreams, so many things I want to do, but I'm the youngest child in a family of eight and I'll always get things last.
I know about the things around me, I know that we need money, yet why do they always think I won't understand? That I couldn't help even if they let me?
Why are they so content to stay here on this island, when with just a little bit of work they could achive what I cannot? How can they relax when when I'm pulling my hair out, stressing about school, money, and colleges abound.
I hate myself, for being so selfish. For aways wanting more and hating to setling for less. I hate my ever thinking mind and my weak body.
I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
Arts of the Midnight
Where time is not a boundary for dreams.
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