I am nobody, nobody is perfect, therefore I am perfect. Is it my lack of true friends? Is it my lack of food and sleep? Is it the constant stress of school? Is it the fact that I’m sick of being alone? Is it my constant need to try to fit in? Is it the fact that I know that my friends read this? Is it the fact that I don’t even know if I can call them my friends? Is it the fact that I’m just a stupid emo kid? Is it the fact that I’m just stupid? Is it the fact that I’ll never find true love? Is it my looks? Is it my thoughts? Is it the fact that I can’t trust anyone? Is if the fact that I have no “best friend”? Is it the fact that I’ll never get Adam again? Is it the fact that because I can’t get anyone, I flirt with everyone? Is it the fact that I have no self-esteem? Is it the fact that I don’t know what I want to do in life? Is it the fact that I’ve come to realise what a drug addict I am? Maybe it's the fact that I'm such a whore, hoping it will raise my self esteem? Is it the fact that I’m no the best in anything? Is it the fact that out of all my “friends” I am not the most/best at anything? Is it the fact that all I seem to be able to do is listen to emo? Is it the fact that all I’ve had is fuck friends for the past 8 months? Is it the fact that I’m nobodies favourite? Is it the fact that my parents treat Kat better than they treat me? Or maybe it’s the fact that I simply suck at life. Whichever reason it may be, I just had a break down, which lasted me, an hour and a half. I know you don’t care, and I’ve come to accept that fact that I am completely alone in this world. But hey, what can you do? This is where I say I've had enough, and no one... Should ever feel the way that I feel now A walking open wound A trophy display of bruises And I don’t believe that I'm getting any better