I’m wrapped up in a blanket trying to pretend I’m a cold orphan child instead of a cold adult who is trying to comfort themself with foodand I can’t even eat my soup and hunk of bread :( being sad and unable to eat is a special kind of torture
I Hate Self-pityI hate in others and in myself, especially myself. I hate that I'm jealous of the kid who filled my spot in my absence in the team. Hate the look that the coach gave him that I worked so hard to get before and that they need me even less now. That he... See More »
