I believe we all have secrets. I have some very scary ones. Some of which no one in the world will know. I am to scared to tell people or try to get help. I tried once. Tried to get help. This person was named Don, don kept telling me that I am strong and a winner. Do not let people tell me differently. That I will get through this.The thing is, that is what every single person who does not understand says. Then the day came. The one I knew was coming. That day was today. The day I made it official that I give up.
My mom said she has only heard me say I though I looked pretty once. I am Insecure always feeling alone. Even though I know I have people who love me. I do not even let people in. No one knows what I have been through. I have lost more people I can count on my two hands and then some. I know I am so lucky to be living in a home, with a family. Does that mean that I am automatically supposed to be happy. I will tell you something. I am not. I drive around for hours with nowhere to go. The feeling, like I am a complete burden. I am no winner, and I am not strong..
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