Excerpt #52

Is it just me? Am I the only one that sits in the corner of the room in complete silence, just thinking? Thinking about how screwed up I am, how I’ll never be good enough. Thinking about when everything was just so simple. Back to the days where my only problem was what flavor of Popsicle I should have. Goodness, if only I could go back to that time. Some say you learn from your bad experiences, but all I’m realizing is that I’ll never be good enough. That I’ll never be the girl that any one can love. I’ll never be their only love and I’ve learned to accept that. What else can I do? I’ll never change, I’ll always be the same unlovable person. I’ll always be the one that’s not good enough.