I don’t know when I’ll stop being a mistake. I don’t know when I’ll be ok as is. I don’t know when I will be as worthwhile as every other human on this planet.

Probably never. I’m empty and useless.. goals are things to be thrown in my face ... I’m a toy to be battered by people who are better than I am

People in real life hate me because of how I look. Or maybe just because I’m me.

I have no idea how to change this