I just need to vent

on my 8th birthday party i remember running to the basement crying. And in my head I was thinking that nobody loved me that I was worthless. The only thing that I managed to tell myself was that when i get older I’ll be happy. That was my birthday wish. Mind you I was 8. 10 years later i can assure you I feel exactly the same way. Nothing has changed.

Every year after that I’ve been wishing for the same thing, happiness. That’s all I’m asking for. I’ve hated myself since I was a little girl and that won’t ever change.

My 18th birthday is tomorrow and all i can think about is how my wish never came true. I’m still an unhappy girl.