Im only in the way for my mom, giving her more work to do.
I only costs money for my dad.
Im the spoiled little sister, who’s only taking mom and dad’s attention from my sister.
My brother doesn’t give a fuck about me.
Im the annoying friend with the eating disorder for all my old friends.
Im the annoying to much talking friend in my new school
I feel like Im a burden, an extra problem for my depressed best friend, Ida. I love her and I do know that she loves me, but I can’t help feeling in that way, and Im too much to handle.
Im annyoing to my pets by picking them up all the time.
My cousin who I always stood up for when she had it the worst, never talks to me anymore, because she’s happy now. She didn’t want me, she just wanted someone, and no one else cared. But now when they do, Im not enough.
My grandma and grandpa is old, and wont have many years left to think about the fact that Im gone. + They have other grand childrens to love.
I guess my point here is that I could as well be dead. Everyone would be better off without me. They say that they wouldn’t but they would.