Ignore this. Ignore me.

I'm useless.
I know that, don't tell me I'm not.
I can't do anything without being upset over it somehow.
Don't tell me I'm being annoying with my low self esteem, I know I have it.
I know I'm being a bitch. I know I get upset over the weirdest things.
I'm naive and stubborn, and really stupid at times.
I know I can be annoying.
I'm getting worse and worse and worse by the day.
I want to be left the fuck alone but then I don't at the same time.
I try not to talk... I always end up doing so though in the end and spilling it all out.
I'm ungrateful about my life, everything.
I always want more than I have.
I don't want anyone involved.
But I do.
I'm mixed up.
I'm also a biter. Who knew.
Don't come up to me and ask "What's wrong?" Because I'm going to lie my ass off to you by telling you I'm fine.
I want people to baby me but I don't at the same time.
People close to me are getting hurt and I hate it.
I hate it so much.
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You'll never know what that sentence is. HA.
I feel so devious.
Just leave me alone.
-moody teenager alert-

We all have it I guess.

Except those that don't.
I can work it out on my own.
Maybe.
Nobody reads this anyway so just go along with your life.
I'll be fine I'm just actually posting this instead of keeping a draft because.... idk.
If you wonder why I've disappeared from pretty much everything this is why.
So walk along.
Nothing to see here.
I'm saying this for myself.
Kelly