I can't do this anymore. I just can't.
I was always that "strange" kid everyone hated. I was always that "strange" boy nobody wanted to talk to.
Irl I have, like, 6 Friends. And I am unable to trust half of them.
I am going to be completely honest - I had thought about suicide in the past. But I always told myself to 'be strong'.
But I just can't tell that to myself anymore.
Things happened. Terrible things. I don't want to talk about the stuff that happened, but it's killing me.
I hate myself sometimes. I really, truly do.
Long story short:
there is this girl. She had a boyfriend - let's call him 'Max'. He didn't really love her, it was a facade, that's all I say.
So, I helped her get through that time and all. They broke up.
Now they are back together again and I am still helping her. I was always there for her and I thought she was my friend.
I walked pass her and the other kids the other day. Yeah, they insulted me, what does she do? She laughs. About me.
I just don't know, I still have some friends, but I can't trust them.
I am sick of her. I am so sick of my life, I just can't.
It's so hard to write all of this for me, my hands just want to take the keyboard and smash it!!!
I AM SAD. ANGRY. AT ME. AT MY 'FRIENDS'. AT EVERYONE.
it was a wonderful time with all of you. some exceptions.
I was always that "strange" kid everyone hated. I was always that "strange" boy nobody wanted to talk to.
Irl I have, like, 6 Friends. And I am unable to trust half of them.
I am going to be completely honest - I had thought about suicide in the past. But I always told myself to 'be strong'.
But I just can't tell that to myself anymore.
Things happened. Terrible things. I don't want to talk about the stuff that happened, but it's killing me.
I hate myself sometimes. I really, truly do.
Long story short:
there is this girl. She had a boyfriend - let's call him 'Max'. He didn't really love her, it was a facade, that's all I say.
So, I helped her get through that time and all. They broke up.
Now they are back together again and I am still helping her. I was always there for her and I thought she was my friend.
I walked pass her and the other kids the other day. Yeah, they insulted me, what does she do? She laughs. About me.
I just don't know, I still have some friends, but I can't trust them.
I am sick of her. I am so sick of my life, I just can't.
It's so hard to write all of this for me, my hands just want to take the keyboard and smash it!!!
I AM SAD. ANGRY. AT ME. AT MY 'FRIENDS'. AT EVERYONE.
it was a wonderful time with all of you. some exceptions.