I don't know if I truly know what it is to be loved. I'm cinderella unwanted, unappreciated, and worthless. Everyday it seems that I slowly tear my family apart; slowly making it worse. Maybe life would be better without me. I have yet to find the place for me where i can fit in and be accepted.I wish sometimes i could stay with my friends. My parents don't know me or understand as much as they would like to believe.I don't believe that they have ever tried because I have yet to find myself.
Lately it feels as though something is wrong or maybe out of place. I get angry that I just want to run away from life. Mom has changed I can no longer cry on her shoulder. I have started to give up on myself and it doesn't help if other people do it too. The things that I take pride in aren't seen the same way in their eyes. The things I do are never good enough and make me feel worse. I hate to think that of the small things I do that make my parents proud the the lifetime of failures is what will be remembered.Everyday seems like a struggle to earn their love and respect. I cherish the days without fighting, tears, and hurt. If I could have one wish I would want merily happiness. I didn't know that wa alot to ask for.