accept myself for who I am

i always thought happy until a few years ago. now i’m sorry i ever did. whats the point in life? what do we live for? nothing. we’re born, we live in a trash heap of a planet, and then we die. where we go after that depends on what we do on this big garbage dump too, but what if we die early? i accepted myself as an emo, now how to tell my parents who are very prejudice…

i need to learn to accept who i am. or what i am….

for some reason, i can’t learn to accept what i am. its just all so surprising. its like it came on me all at one time.