I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
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