To say I’m broken is an understatement. The pieces don’t even fit together anymore. What’s the point? Why choose this? This is not a life worth living. It’s not one of importance. One that someone would be proud to have? Ha. No one wants to be me. I’m not the golden child. I’m not the beauty queen. I’m not one that people look up to or aspire to be. I’m nothing…Nobody. I thought I had it all figured out…I found my happiness. my confidence. Too bad I was just fooling myself. A facade I didn’t know existed. Until now in this moment. I’m sure this moment doesn’t matter. It’s a speckle in time. A blip on the radar. This moment will be forgotten…turned into dust and blown away into the wind. I wish I was someone else. Anyone else. I wish i was someone that had a purpose. A purpose to be great. To make every breath count. To stare the world in the face and shout “I matter”. Better yet, have others shout “she matters”. Sometimes I think that today is going to be the day. The day that the whole world changes for me. One day I will say goodbye and the world will carry on without Nobody….kinda like it already does.