I want to be happy, but I know I don't deserve it.
'Cause I have everything to everyone else but me. I'm spoilt.
A laptop, an iPad, an iPhone, a TV, a bike, a skateboard, a hoverboard. So many things.
And yet, I'm not satisfied. Not because I want more electronics or devices or objects to entertain me, but because I cannot please myself. I cannot please myself because I'm not worthy of anything I have. So I stop asking. Stop using. Start habits others would cringe at.
I stop. Stop being happy, stop being grateful.
I start. Start cutting, start crying, start listening to all the insults, start pushing others away, start dying.
Maybe emptiness is all that's left?
xoxo,
One Girl, One Perspective
