I suppose I should be honest. Forthcoming even...
Heh. This is hard to admit. (This isn’t some weird cry for help. I’m venting.)
Hi my name is kerri and I’ve done nothing with my life.
if I die tomorrow, I would have died for nothing. I leave nothing. I have no legacy. My family doesn’t like me and I have no friends, No one to say “she did great and wonderful things.” No one to tell funny stories or share memories. I don’t have that. I don’t know what that’s like.
If you ever wondered what alone feels like, this is it.
Eating makes me sick
My body is broken.
I live in constant pain
Everyday is a struggle
And If I die tomorrow, I’ll die knowing that I fucked up. I let myself be bullied, I was raped, my body is broken and its my fault. I waited to long and I didn’t fight back harder.
But Maybe, hopefully in my next life. I’ll do something right. There will be light. I’ll make a difference. I’ll have a friend and my family will like me. ❤️
