It explains exactly how i feel everyday. I hate when people say come on tell me, im here to listen but whats the point? They never REALLY understand anyway. The torn life of being bipolar, anxiety, BPD, ect.
I'm the ugly sister I'm the horrible daughter I'm not even the second choice I'm the "leftover" I'm not the clever one I'm not the skinny one I'm the talentless one I'm the "why are you even here?" I'm just not good enough