I look into the mirror and see a failure, a failure for a friend, for a sister, for a daughter, for a student, for life. I look at myself and feel dissapointed that I can’t be better. I look at myself and feel this immense hatred from the pit of my soul budding up until tears pour from my eyes so there is nothing left. I am sorry that I come off as harsh or mean, I am sorry that I feel like I have to be the strong one so no one else has to step up. I am sorry that I can’t open up to people because there is too much to say and I don’t know how to say it. I am sorry that I block myself from happiness. I am sorry that I don’t even know what my real laugh is at this point. I am sorry I am the way I am, but don’t worry because I am positive I hate myself more than you do.  

It’s nice to laugh,

It’s nice to cry,

But sometimes I just want to die.