The pathetic thing is

I have no reason to be in love, yet I am.

The pathetic thing is

I'm an activist for what I know is wrong.

The pathetic thing is

my family can never share my loves.

The pathetic thing is

I'm sure they'd rather I be pregnant.

The pathetic thing is

I am selfish and go instantly for what I want.

The pathetic things is

I pay no attention to the fact I hurt people on the way.

The pathetic thing is

I fish for attention and praise because I'm sure no one would give me any otherwise.

The pathetic thing is

I speak too much.

The pathetic thing is

I say I don't care, but three digits on a scale mean more to me than my next meal.

The pathetic thing is

I swallow pills to make me happy and still feel sad.

The pathetic thing is

I know my friends would find my life dull, so I make up exciting bits.

The pathetic thing is

I can't remember which lies I've told who.

The pathetic thing is

I only tell my most embarassing things, never the important ones.

The pathetic thing is

I always talk about myself, even when I don't mean to.

The pathetic thing is

I no longer care about school, I'm sure I'll just waste my money on Zoloft and Steam games.

The pathetic thing is

I can't manage relationships and dictate my friend's.

The pathetic thing is

NOT Andrea.