Don't count the miles...

Sometimes, I think "I'll lose weight and get a job and go back to school so you'll be proud of me." But in the end it doesn't work because you won't care whether I do those things or not. I just want you to be proud of me. To notice me. To say you love me and mean it. But you don't. And you won't. And I lose a little more of myself each day. I am a no one because I cannot find the right motivation to live. I want you to see me....but how could you ever see a no one?