God, no matter how hard I try, things go to shit. I drink my fucking spinach smoothies, I work out until my knees give out, I do my homework, I rarely drink, I’m quitting smoking, I try to be kind. The universe doesn’t fucking care. If there is a god, he hates me. The odds are never in my favor. I know I shouldn’t be saying that but holy shit, all I wanted was this. I mean thats not true, modeling is what I want the most and thats still in the works- but who knows? Is that next? I have told myself over and over I have to go through all these fucking lows to get to my bright future. I have never let go of that hope, I have never stopped fucking struggling since I was 9. The universe has thrown me isolation, bullying, eating disorders, self hatred, depression, self harm, evil, POSSESSION, YEAH, BECAUSE EVERYTHING ELSE WASN’T ENOUGH, LETS LITERALLY POSSESS ME, HAUNTINGS, so much fucking hurt, so much fucking heart break, and I have never given up. I am strong but I'm so fucking tired of being strong! Give me the light already! Give me my happy fucking ending! Stop taking the life from me, stop crushing my hopes. Where is my happiness? When is it my turn to have fresh air?