I am not what I want to be, or who I want to be.
I am alive but not living.
I once had dreams and aspirations, and now I merely exist.
I wake up daily and go through the motions.
I truly feel I could vanish and not a could would notice unless they needed something from me.
All I have ever been worth to anyone was what they could get from me. It is my own fault.
I have always tried to get people to love me by going above and beyond to please. Now I realize that that is all I have ever done. All my life has been about pleasing everyone else and making myself miserable.
