Unappreciated.

I'm sick of all th trying, when no one appreciates. I'm sick of trying so hard to be accepted by society. Of turning myself into a monster just so I'll be accepted. I really don't know who I am anymore. I am sick of making others happy. And not myself. I look forward to th day where I won't have to purge anymore. Look forward to th day where i won't have th urge to cut every time I look at an sharp object. I look forward to th day. Where I can be truthfully. Happy. Where I can just be me.