Sitting in the parking lot at work, 545am, crying, knowing my boss will be late even though they asked me to come in early...

I don't know why I'm this person. Trying to do the right thing, knowing it won't do me any good, it'll just make me unhealthy and unhappy.

I'm addicted to this hope that someone will see me putting my best out there and appreciate it. But they don't.

I hate my life. Not because it's bad, not because I don't like myself, because I don't have the option to enjoy it anymore. Because nobody really cares about anything but themselves.

And here's my pathetic ass trying to earn and deserve things, when it's useless.