Life as everyone knows it existed for one reason. All life has a purpose and a place here on this crappy place we call Earth, or at least that is what everyone tells you. I constantly ask myself what is my purpose. I kinda think that I wasn’t meant to be here that I was this little thing that fell through the cracks and got through.
I look at the picture of who I use to be. I use to be so confident. I never cared about what anyone thought. I use to laugh and talk all of the time. Now all I can think about is jumping off of this wall and falling 90 feet to the cement. I want everything to stop. I want the world to quit spinning and for my mom, dad, and little brother to be happy. I know that as long as I am alive they will never be happy. the little girl that is in this picture that they use to know and love is gone. I don't know what happened. I just wish I could go back that me being enough can make them proud of who I am and who I have become. I make A's and B's in school but it still doesn't ever feel like enough it never will. all of a sudden I hear something behind me.