Do you people hear me fucking now? I can’t swear at you to your face, because I’d be labeled a cunt and a bitch…but you call me that anyways?
You say I’m rude because I asked, “Is that all?”
I get to the football field and within three mother fucking seconds you think you have the right to call me a cunt? Well you know what? I’m done with you people.
I hate being part of the fucking human race. Why do others have to make people feel like shit all the time? You think your problems are worth more than mine?
Fine, fucker. You can have my depression, you can have my fake smiles, you can have the cuts on my arms….you can have my stupid panic attacks. You think I’m all hyper and happy all the time? Shit, I wish I was. Then no body would ask questions.
I cry myself to sleep more than once a week…
I feel as if my girlfriend and I are drifting apart and she doesn’t even know it.
I want to cut so badly…
My parents don’t even know that I have depression and panic attacks…or that I cut. I usually hang out in my room alone…
And by the way, Don’t EVER call me stupid. I don’t need it from anyone else. I say it to myself enough as it is.
