I'm weak. I cry all the time. I'm accusational in relationships, even though I'm almost positive I'm correct in the things I accuse. I'm ignored and shoved aside. I'm loved in the beginning, but then whoever I'm with just starts to see me as a dirty old rag that needs to be thrown out and replaced. It happens every ****ing time I let myself trust another person, but of course, telling them so makes me self-centered, accusing, and weak.

I can't trust anyone in this world. I've been told I mean everything to someone, I've been told I'd be loved forever and always, I've even been told I'm a soulmate. And here I am, alone, shoved aside, stepped on, ignored and hated.

I'm too much of a coward to even commit suicide. All I can hope is that I'll luck out and cross Death's meandering path.