I can't do it.
I hate it.
My school, my bus, my own brother,
All of it.
Everyone targets me.
My "best friend" steals from me.
My other "friends" annoy the shit out of me.
My brother pokes fun at me.
MY OWN GODDAMN BROTHER!
My parents tell me they love me.
I don't believe them.
Heck, I'm not even their actual kid, I'm adopted.
I'm a mistake.
Everyone knows this.
They target me.
They bully me.
I can't do anything about it.
Anytime I try to do something, it makes it worse.
I have to resort to fighting. To cursing my lungs out.
I don't get in trouble. No one does when it happens.
Unless they do it to me.
They call me a tattletale.
It's probably true.
My parents expect the world from me.
I can't do everything.
I only make mistakes.
I am one.
They make me do things like go to games, garden, Morning bible study.
I hate it all.
I want to draw, to write, to play piano,
TO BE ME!
But they just tell me things like,
"They don't pay much," Or, "You can't find a college with it that's cheap."
My brother gets jealous.
He treats me like dirt.
"You're stupid." "You're weak." "You are so bad at this." "I'm better than you."
"I'm better."
How can he be better?
He's faster, taller, stronger, smarter...
But I have a heart.
I feel guilt for everyone I hurt. Everyone I cause pain to.
He just laughs.
Kids think I'm bad.
My original dad and Mom are part of a gang.
They couldn't take care of me.
My uncle and aunt took me in, my parents today.
My original parents stated they couldn't care for me.
I was a mistake.
A mistake, with one functioning kidney, a hernia, and Hepatitis C.
With allergies that can cause me to rarely ever go outside, especially in the spring.
I hate real life.
But in here, I'm loved.
In this wonderful app, with just a few taps, I am surrounded by people, young and old.
People who care for me, my wellbeing.
And I love them back.
I help them, give advice.
I Roleplay, I escape to a land of imagination, a land of no limits.
I write, to show people worlds that could have been.
I protect, help people going through problems.
I draw, in hopes that people can be encouraged to try it themselves.
I live, so you can be happy.
I hope you feel the same about me too.
I thank you, all of you, who have been with me this entire time on Wattpad.
No, this doesn't mean I'm quitting. I love you guys too much to do that.
What I mean is...thank you.
Thank you, for making this a safe haven for me.
A place to let my creativity blossom.
A place where I can get comfort from friends.
A place where I can be real, be myself.
Thank you.