Sometimes you want to scream at everyone. Sometimes you want
to take a risk, date someone nobody ever expected you to. Sometimes you want to
die. Sometimes your life turns to shit and you want to run away and go to
Brewer and never deal with anyone at GHS ever again in your whole fucking life…
Sometimes, that “Sometimes” is today.
I can’t handle it anymore. I can’t stand being around all
these people. They all hurt me. I sound like a depressed, dramatic, little
bitch, but it’s true. No one helps me anymore. No one tries to. If they really
wanted to, they wouldn’t stop “trying” to after I said “Whatever.” If they
really wanted to, they’d do everything in their power to make me listen and
help myself.
I’m not happy. I’m never happy, not truly happy at least. I
always want to cry, and I never want to smile. Yes, you can control some things
in your life, but not everything. And sometimes, you lose hope in so much, that
you really just stop caring. You stop trying, because there’s nothing that can
help. Whenever I am happy, on the off chance, something, something fucking
ruins it. I can’t stay happy for more than a couple hours, because it gets
ruined, no matter what I do. And I can’t help that.
I can’t do this anymore. Everyone “understands.” Everyone “tries”
to help. Everyone this, everyone that. I…I just can’t…I can’t handle this
anymore. I’m losing everyone, it’s my fault, and I don’t care. That’s the sad
part, I’ve completely stopped caring. Let me lose all my friends, I’ll be
better off, I promise.
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