I talk about my faults like they’re awards I got in high school because sometimes I feel like I have nothing else interesting to say.
I have a need for people’s attention and my frequent pity parties are how I get it.
I have these scars on my body that are like trophies of all the battles I’ve won. I think showing these to people will make them like me – or at least pity me enough to pretend to like me.
I want to start by saying yes, your friends still check the Facebook page we made for you. And yes, sometimes people scroll through it and let a tear, or two, or twenty roll down their cheeks.
I really hate how easily I get stuck in my own mind. It literally takes almost nothing to send me down a spiral that doesn’t seem to have an end.
I don’t know how to explain that to people.
I don’t know how to explain that I say “I’m sorry” a lot because I’m really just apologetic for my own existence.