Pessimistic

I feel so dead. Like all of the positive energy has been sucked out of me by your vaccuum. I don't even know why I'm letting myself slip away just because of one negative comment I recieved from you, who brought me into this world. Your negativity got to me, just how you wanted it to work out. I always wanted to be the anomoly in the family and stay that way. But I am slowly. Becoming. You.