People are sooooo...

I'm not saying that my problems are something of the other world, whenever I cry or complain I think that there is someone who has a worse time than me, but what if I am the person who has a bad time? I'm tired of always helping people with something as minimal as a gesture and they treat me like a bag of shit. "I can't stand rejection, I can't stand my reflection, damn no one understands? Should I be nice and remember that I'm weak? So I stay behind every week? Why am I so shy around boys? I cry from my eyes to my feet"

sadly, most of my hatred towards myself is due to my mother and my friends.