Most Days...

I really don't like myself

I don't understand why people are my friends

I can't comprehend why youth, or anyone, would ever look up to me at all

I think that people who have died would have had a much more productive day and would have made a bigger difference in the world than I did

I lack common courtesy

My temper gets the best of me

I just cannot please anyone

I say things I don't really mean

I wonder when this pain I feel will melt away or will find some purpose

I read into my dreams maybe more than I should

I get involved in situations I really want nothing to do with

I hate disappointing people so I can't say no even if it is in my best interest

I let people hurt me and I don't stand up for myself because I would rather take it on myself

I feel like a constant punching bag for people

I think that drinking or using drugs will help me forget

I bottle up my emotions and avoid confrontation

I wish I was more artsy or had a talent to express myself

I am confusing and I long for normalcy but don't know where to begin

I have no idea who I am

I desire healthy relationships with people around me, but barely ever take the steps needed to achieve that

I push people away

I am scared of going new places

I wonder if my dreams will ever come true

I become offended of the word drama

It is just easier to stay in bed