If you can't tell by my thread title, I have a flair for the dramatic. Except with my suicidal thoughts. No one in my life knows how close I've been to the edge. I wonder what people would do with the burdens I've been forced to carry. I've been screaming for help all this time, yet there is a big part of me that doesn't want it. I just want perfection. I'm fat, so I'm waiting for some magical being to make me beautiful. I'm not talented in anything, so I'm waiting for something to come along and change that. I'm lonely, so I'm waiting for my knight to sweep me off my feet. I guess it's my fault really. I want everything that I don't deserve. Somehow I wish that everything will work out, when I'm pretty sure they won't. It's hopeless, I know. I'm living for the impossible. I bet I don't make any sense. I'm sorry to anyone that wasted their time reading that. I don't deserve it. Sorry.