Not good enough, always not fucking good enough. I see it all the time, how I'm not worth anything, no one wants to stick around, no one wants to fight for me, no one goes that extra step for me, because I'm not worth it, and that kills me. I act as if it's okay, as if I'm never bothered by anything, I always laugh things off and say that it's fine, I understand, but inside it kills me. I hate that I'm nothing special, that there really isn't anything about me to make someone want to make an effort for me. And the worst part is, I only have to blame myself. Why do I always put people first, when for them I always come last?

I want to disappear. Make me fragile and then destroy me.