Confesions

I have a boyfriend. I love him and he loves me, but he says that lately I have changed and our relationship doesn’t work out anymore. I am very sad and I hate myself.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

I'm so young but I feel so old.

I feel bad for writing a confession because so many people are struggling much more than I.

I once told myself I would never do drugs. I am now known as a stoner. I am so ashamed.

After one year I still love the man who broke my heart and destroyed my reputation.

I’ve been cutting for two years and now it’s summer I’m afraid of people finding out .

I can’t stand being here. I’m tired of these streets. Tired of these people. Tired of being alone. There is nothing left for me here.

Even after all this time, I’m not sure if I ended up alone because I got fed up with everyone or because they never really cared about me and let me go. I still don’t have any regrets

I’m well aware that I don’t really have any friends, I just hang out with people who I have no relation with. I’m like a ghost pretending to be human.

I have too high of hopes for everything and I'm afraid if it doesn't work out I won't be able to handle it.

I thought me and my best friend would be friends forever. On the last day of school we said we would keep in contact since we're going to different schools now. The last time I talked to her was the last day of school, 4 years ago.

I tell my friends and my girlfriend that I’m fine but deep down my mind is slowly killing me.

I’m tired of always being second choice.

I spent two weeks in Spain attached to a boy who said he’d love me forever. When we got back to America, he forgot I existed and this is the third time he has broken my heart. I’m only fifteen.

I have cut since I was 10, all because boys don’t like me.

I’ve never been in love, and I’m scared I never will be.