Curiosity killed my innocence.
Overthinking killed my happiness.
Insecuritieskilled my self esteem.
Lies killed my trust.
Stereotypes killed my individuality.
To all these
people on here saying it's better to say what you want to
say than live with the regret of missing your chance but I said
what I wanted to say and that didn't exactly go well.
I got rejected.
So, yeah, I'd rather have lived with regret, it'd sure
be easier than this.
Today, in school, as I was walking to my next class, a group
of boys in the year above me that I don't even
know called me fat
& ugly. Of
course, what they don't know is that I'm a recovering
anorexic, and those 2 words just broke me completely.