the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Sincerely, the others.

Was I not pretty enough?

Not funny enough?

Doesn’t matter, I wasn’t enough.

I’m not enough.

I’ll always be another invisible,

anonymous trash.

Some days, I wish my parents had exploited me as a kid to be a child star.

So I would have something, you know?

But they didn't. Hold the applause,

go back a few chapters.

What’s the point of celebrities? To show us what we should be? Shouldn’t be? What we’re not? The terrible conditions we live in?RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Nobody knows me.

Nobody cares about me.

If I went missing, wouldn’t even make the news. When I die, I’ll just be another suicide statistic.