i'm different. i'm anxious, i'm jaded, i'm bitter, i am ashamed. i am fifteen years old and i sometimes have trouble finding things to live for. i don't know who i am or what i want. i utterly hate myself for the choices i am currently making and the ones i have made. i go over every mistake. i live in constant fear that everyone will leave. that i'm not good enough. that i will fail.

i have lost so many things that meant the world to me. i lost so many parts of myself that meant the world to me.