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Useless? Is that what they say about me. I'm not useless…I have my worth. Everyone has they're worth, even if it's small…and I don't think that what I contribute is even small. I am me.
And being me, makes me everything but worthless.
Being myself…being who I am may not seem much, but if I was someone else, then I would probably be how my father was, or how my mother was. My father liked to beat the living crap out of me, and my mother liked to drink and pretend nothing was wrong. So I much rather prefer being myself.
Well…
I'm not really myself in front of my friends. They think I'm happy, and I like to smile dumbly, and act the fool. That's it really it's all an act. If I don't keep up the front then I'd break down crying everyday. And scrub at my skin. I can't help it, memories are really painful…more painful then physical injuries some times.
In truth when I am alone that's when I really act like the real me.
I shut up.
I sit on the couch curled up in a little ball, and just silently listen to the stillness around me. Everything is still. Nothing has life in it like you think. There is an absence of life everywhere, though my false optimistic side loves to say that living is worth it, there is happiness everywhere.
BullShiX.
Life is dead. Nothing is living, breathing, or moving. Everything is still. Ah…my friends are calling me. They are calling for, "useless," Kuwabara again. I may not be who I seem, I may be a complete fraud who wishes to die every damX day of my life, I may secretly take a knife to myself just so I can make sure there is still life in me, but I am not useless.
I am, and I never will be useless.
That is the only wrong thing I will never be.
