I've been having a really hard time lately.
A friend suggested I try and write it down. I feel so irrelevant right now. I've had a fantastic weekend but what does that matter. It's gone, I am gone.
I cant fucking think with the volume of this laptop which I didn't want, that Sam decided I needed for no reason apart from I am supposed to. He wants me to want it.
I am a disappointment, I will not ever be worth it.
I didn't even want this
Why can't I make anyone happy
I fail even when I try my hardest.
