Hi, I’m insecure.

Just like the 9057398267298 people everywhere. I want to like myself. But I can’t. Sorry. My friends tolerate me. I’m afraid of people. My chest is collapsing. I’m not fun anymore. I write poems, but they suck. I watch movies, and I have hope and dreams that will never happen. Love doesn’t exist. I’m ugly. No one will ever want me, and if he does, I’ll fuck it up anyway. I don’t deserve everything I have.