The world is a hurtful place and it seems that no matter how hard I try to express myself, I go unnoticed. So for a while I have become a mindless, passionless, and hopeless puppet. I feel like if people would just acknowledge that something is wrong, and made an effort to find the real me that maybe I could show that there is a person in this hollow shell and find a reason to care about myself. Because really, why should I care? 
My goals always seem to get pushed just out of my reach, so I make new goals even closer, the the easier I make them the more it hurts when I don't succeed in them. I want to tell myself that if I try long enough or hard enough that someday I will be able to accomplish, even the simplest of tasks, but I know that no matter what people tell me, it can't be true. I don't see a reason to try anymore, why waste time trying to climb one tiny step up the ladder of self worth when in trying I tumble down to the floor below me? Is there an elevator to happiness that I can somehow rely on to bring me back out the hole I have fallen in to? 
