I'M FIIIIIIINE. I SWEAR.

I never thought I could ever look at the beautiful night sky with sad thoughts running inside my head. I dreamed of watching the stars with someone I love but when it actually happened, it didn't turned out to be so overwhelming and romantic. I got bruises and scars and all I could ever think about was how it's so not fair that it's so pretty up there when I'm living in such a shitty world where I will never be good enough for anyone. Not for my family, my friends, the organizations I get myself into, the course I'm taking up, him, and everyone else who chose to think less of me before they even had the chance to know me well. But I don't even care anymore because I'll soon be leaving, maybe this place, or this life, and everything about me will leave no trace, no mark. And I'll be just another soul..