I ride a balanced line of emotion.  I tip one way or another.  Sometimes I tip towards the happy spectrum, and I can't feel other then the blissful unaware of the distractions my friends provide me with.  But if someone says something, looks the wrong way, does the wrong thing, I will drop, just like that.  I can be easily depressed.  I can easily not want to live.  It happens in a heartbeat and it doesn't scare me.  I'm not afraid because its hurts so much I honestly don't feel anything.  I will never be enough for anyone, I've never been called beautiful by a guy I like, I've never felt honestly wanted, I've never felt like I was someones world, that if I left they would fall apart.  I've always been expendable.  I'm not really needed by anyone.  I have always just wanted to hurt someone that loves me, just so I could feel that they felt something that I created.  The truth is, I feel like the most worthless person, I have no purpose, no drive.  I have nothing remarkably special about me.  I'm common.  I suppose my piercings are to set be apart from the world.  To make me different.  But even with them, I'm no one.  I still blend into the crowd.  No one sees me, or so it feels.  What if I become someone else?  What if I recreate who I am?  Would you see me then.  Would I still be expendable?  Why am I expendable in the first place?  Can't someone just make me their world.