Eulogy

No, I'm not suicidal, just sad.

At one point in my life, I knew that my eulogy would read like a wonderful E! True Hollywood story of fame, beauty, and ambition.

My eulogy now would be "what happened?"

I'm in a dirty, funky world. I don't leave my bedroom, won't go outside, and dread my phone ringing.

If i never knew better, I'd have nothing to miss.

But I miss my old life, the old me, my body, looks and personality.

How do I get better?

I feel like no one can help me.