I can't take it anymore I just can't. Where do I even start, my family. They don't care about me. When they do something wrong and I kick up a fuss about it, it's always my fault. I'm currently writing with my eyes blurred with tears. A have an arsehole of a father. I don't even consider him a father figure. All he does is get mad at me. He's a fat lonely depressed hypocrite who I can't even stand. My family don't recognise my anxiety and thats killing me on the inside ever so lonely. I hate coming home. Wanna know why I love my bed, my phone and sleep so much? It's because I can escape. I feel like a time ticker when I get home. Just counting away every second until I explode and when I do. No one cares. No one cares if I don't eat, sleep, breathe, take one breath. I'm worthless to everyone around me. I love my friends but even my friends hate me. I'm a bitch. I won't ever stop singing and I'm terrible why everyone hates me. I think i'm so cool when I'm not. People think I fish for compliments when in actually I'm just being hard on myself. I can't take it any longer. What can I say about myself. Fat. Pimple faced. Stupid. Ugly. Gossiped about. Disgusting. Horrible. Not pretty. Alien. Anxiety crippled. Hideous. Vial. A liability to those around me. I need to get out. I need to escape. Somewhere just away from where I'm from. I feel like I'm drowning in a suffocating pool of compressed air that won't let me escape as if I'm living a nightmare. I feel like I can't be happy. I'm young. People shouldn't be thinking like this when they're this young. My heart is beating as if I'm having a panic attack. I can't breathe. I'm exploding and shattering into millions of pieces. My heart is racing with anxiety and how I have to start homework and assignments and if I don't get good grades I'm screwed. Someone help me. Please. I'm begging.
It's Just That Girl
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