Tears have numbed my eyes so many times before, but not this numb. I lay on the floor and feel exhausted. Exhausted on how I act, how I feel, and how I make others feel. I'm annoying. Controlling. I overreact. My friends don't deserve someone like me. I ruin their lives.

I've lost a passion for drawing. Anything I ever draw comes out wrong and wonky. Anything I ever do comes out that way, I guess. I've almost lost a passion for writing. Reading. My greatest strengths are becoming my weaknesses.

I make all kinds of mistakes. I'm the comedic relief; I have to in order for the guy to get the girl.. or whoever it goes. I'm not supposed to get my own love story. So I make it up. Choose people who look conventionally attractive and think about them 24/7 until I convince myself that I like them, but I don't. I just find them pretty.

I am all this and no more. No less. I am Bug. And that's all you're going to know me as.