Useless, ugly, unimportant.

To be honest, it's been a while since I've felt this way. Things build up inside my head and I have no way to let them out. So I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you, and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it; they may think they get it, but they don't. They don't understand it, they don't know. They don't. But you were meant to read these words.

I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I quit, I'm done, I'm sorry. I need someone to help me. I need someone. I need anyone.