I pretend to be happy.

No one actually knows that I’ve been dying for the last year and a half, been neglected since I was two, been severely malnourished my entire life, have diabetes and not taking insulin, and have no plans for the future.

It’s a struggle just to get out of bed in the morning, which is why I stopped talking to most of my friends. (they think I’ve moved on from them and dis them).

The pain is so terrible that I’ve been contemplating on committing suicide for the last 3 months.

Which really doesn’t matter because I am going to die anyways.

I could have been something great.