The sad truth of the matter is this: I’m not good enough to starve. It sounds so asinine but it’s true. Does no one get this?!?!! And yet I know it’s not true of course. I don’t have to have problems to be loved… I have to have problems to be noticed and get attention, but that’s fine ‘cause I don’t need it and shouldn’t EVER get it!
Am I alive? Am I real? I want so much to die.