Why am I a bad person.
Why, Devony. Why.
Maybe I should just stop telling people when I’m sad so I don’t trouble them. I want to help people, I want them to be happy, but wow, I really suck at cheering people up. It’s only expected since I can’t even cheer myself up. My grandpa’s dying. I can’t even make him smile because all he does is frown when he sees my crying face. I can’t cheer my friends up, nope. That’s why they all hate me now because they think I don’t try when I’m trying my absolute hardest. I can’t even cheer up my own sister when she’s crying over her best friend leaving her. No wonder I have no friends anymore. No wonder I’m so alone. No wonder. I feel so helpless right now.