a waste of time

I don’t know anything. Who am I? A little girl from a nobody family, from the middle of no where, and lacking talent. I feel nothing most of the time. Once and a while I feel so happy or extremely sad. But most of the time I feel unreal. I get tired of waking up everyday. Ever morning I look in the mirror and feel like an empty vessel. I’m opposed to be carrying something, and I’m supposed to be traveling somewhere. But I’m not. I cut myself and it passes the time. I masturbate to pass the time. I eat and shit to pass the time. I read to pass the time. I’m just making time go so I can get it over. It isn’t that I’m ugly, that life is hard, that I’m hurt. I feel like I’m not essential. There is no difference I could make. Who am I? N0b0dy.
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