I am pure waste.

I just realised it.

I'm trash, unimportant, useless, I should stop dream about being something else.

I'm not smart, I'm not important, I'm not good.

I'm like a bag of trash abandoned in the middle of the street.

What did I accomplished in all my life? I don't even know, it doesn't even matter anymore.

But don't misduge me, I'm not depressed or sad about it. I suck, really, but I don't hate myself for it.

Why was I trying so hard anyway? This is stupid. I am stupid.

But this ... Feels great.

I've misbehaved, I've been a real piece of shit two days ago and I felt so bad after because I was thinking " I'm not like this, I should be better than this"

But then, something inside of me broke.

Maybe I'm not suited to be a wonderful person? Maybe it is not auto sabotaging, maybe is being a myself?

All my fears, all my stress, all my frustration.. it just disappeared. I've never felt this light all my life.

Wow