Mess

I will never be the girl who someone falls in love with or who's body is perfect and has self confidence.

I will never be the girl who is happy for a long period of time with a good life or even happy at all.

It's so exhausting trying and trying to make myself happy and thinking I've finally done something to change my life but it all falls back on me. I try so hard to be someone better than I was yesterday and It just gets worse. I know I'm young and people tell me I have my life ahead of me but why is it that when I try and plan for my future or even tomorrow something has to go wrong? Someone this young shouldn't have to go through what I do to get through the day. It isn't fair. Not one bit but why does it have to happen?

I write to get my emotions out but I'm nothing but just a complaining, teenage freak.

I'm sorry I won't ever be good enough for anyone and I'm starting to accept that. This is just a mess.

I'm a mess.