Robotic.
I no longer feel anything.
Every smile, every laugh –
All faked for the benefit of others.
I don’t care about my happiness.
I can’t care about something
Which no longer exists.
I won’t care about myself.
I’ve tried to care.
I just cry.
Why should I love myself
When all I achieve
Is heartache,
Longing for the impossible,
Wishing for the past?
What is there to love?
I failed at making you happy.
Therefore…
I don’t deserve to be.
About Me
- ♥Annie Mae♥
- First things first, I'm religious. If you don't like that, well then tough titty. People who try to influence me in a religious way piss me off. I try to read the Bible every night. I try to live my life like I think God would want me to, which means that some people call me a goody-two-shoes. Most people call me short (I'm 5'2"). I have brown hair and brown eyes and a million freckles. But despite my shortness and (in my opinion) plump-ish mid-section, people like to insist that I'm pretty, no matter what I say. I like school, and yes, that may make me sound like a nerd, but I don't care. As my friends say, I'm a "cool nerd." My weakest subject is math, and my favorite subject is science. I want to go to college to become a vet, so I obviously love animals. My all-time favorite animals are horses, and I want to own a horsefarm one day. Or, at least a horse. :)
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