I'm sorry. For everything.

I just….. can’t do it anymore.
I can’t keep living like this.
I can’t keep living on the edge, knowing nothing is good enough for you.
Stop putting YOUR bad decisions, and your bad life choices on me. I’m sorry, I can’t do anything. I’m sorry you don’t have friends, and money, and everything you want but stop making me feel terrible because I do.
Stop making me feel guilty for living.
Stop making me feel useless.
I already do. I already feel worthless. I already feel like I’m no good for anyone. I already feel fat, and I know I need to lose weight. You make me feel like I’m just… pathetic.
You place all your problems on me, and for some ridiculous reason, I buy into them. You make me feel like your problems are MY fault.
And don’t you dare tell me I’m not sad about all of this aswell. Don’t you dare sit there and say I’m peachy, and I’m getting along fine.
If I was getting along fine, would I have tried to kill myself?
Oh, that’s right. You don’t know about that, do you? And I don’t plan to let you know. Because you’d just turn it around on you, like you always do.
I can’t fucking do this.
I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.
I’m sorry I’m not good enough for anyone.
I’m sorry I’m a teenager, and I’m sorry I make mistakes. I’m sorry I’me.
And truly, I am sorry for being alive. If I could, that would be rectified.