I try to tell myself that I'm happy with who I am, but I hate everything about myself when I think about it.

Putting on a fake smile so you don't have to explain why you're not happy. 

When you're in a public place and you're just fading into the background.

I'm getting worse and you don't know. 

I feel so empty, yet I feel so much pain. 

She tries to kill herself and fails, she's know as an 'Attention seeking whore.' But if she succeeds, then suddenly, everyone loved her. 

I am ready to leave this plae. Forget about everyone I know. Pack up and leave. I am tired of the memories that linger around the corner of the meaningless routine that is draining my soul away. I am ready  to go, no goodbyes or explanations. I am ready to start over.