Dear Powers that Be,
I get it. I get that I'm not meant to be in a relationship. I get that I'm not meant to have peace, or real happiness. I get that I'm not meant to have things go in good directions when it comes to me and my life. I'm supposed to be the observer, and watch others find happiness and peace and love in their lives, and I'm left to be hungry, no, more like starving for those things. I'm meant to ask for help in making things better AND GET IGNORED BY DAMNED NEAR EVERYONE I FUCKING KNOW. I hate being so damned miserable, but apparently, that's what is meant for me. I'm not good enough for ANYONE. I'm meant to find people that are wrong for me, that will use me, and hurt me, or mislead me and trick me into thinking that they actually gave a shit for and about me. I'm meant to be fucked over by so many people. I'm meant to cry myself to sleep and feel like I'm not hardly anything to anyone. I'm meant to be the butt of everyone's joke. I'm meant to be ignored when I'M the one who needs help. I'm meant to put on a mask and make people around me think that everything is peachy-keen and great and happy when it's not. I'm mean to be forgotten about. I'm meant to be invisible, and if I'm not around, no one will miss me, right?
If that what you have in store for me, stop stalling and take me, and end this shit. This is not a life. It's a sentence. I've had enough.
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