I do not know how to start over because I do not know where to begin.

I noticed that when people get themselves in some shit, they get stuck in their own mess. They are confident that they do not have to deal with the consequences—because they know the ‘kind’ person will bail them out.

I can read them and go anywhere I want to in my mind, but after I close the book, I will have to snap out of my fantasy world and welcome the cruel cold world, which is reality. If I was a book, I would be better off left on the shelf. There is no excitement in my life—only struggles.

If I was a book, I would be better off left on the shelf. There is no excitement in my life—only struggles.

I am a book that nobody can understand or read. Sadly, without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages.

I am a book that nobody can understand or read

What’s the point of it all when I never had an opportunity to make a mistake? If I did one thing wrong, they would give up on me. I’ve always been fully exposed and had to walk in a line filled with sharp curves from disappointment to disappointment.

did one thing wrong, they would give up on me.

What’s the point of it all when I never had an opportunity to make a mistake? If I did one thing wrong, they would give up on me.