The truth is, my story is no tragic tale of beatings, drug abuse, etc. etc. It's just....
I'd love to die.. No pain. No loneliness. That feeling of being rejected would be gone. I wouldn't have to act like that perfect, happy, little girl anymore... They pretend to like me, to care about me, but I see that judgmental look in their eyes, and when they talk about me behind my back. My family constantly reminds me that I have no friends. Everyone thinks they know me, but they don't. At all... I want to kill myself, but I don't have the guts to do it, which makes me want to do it even more. I'm a sick, messed up kid. But all I would like to know is, what's the point in living if you have no life?
No need to reply or waste your time worrying. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's the beauty of places like these. I'm just another kid, venting about crap that you couldn't care less about.
I'd love to die.. No pain. No loneliness. That feeling of being rejected would be gone. I wouldn't have to act like that perfect, happy, little girl anymore... They pretend to like me, to care about me, but I see that judgmental look in their eyes, and when they talk about me behind my back. My family constantly reminds me that I have no friends. Everyone thinks they know me, but they don't. At all... I want to kill myself, but I don't have the guts to do it, which makes me want to do it even more. I'm a sick, messed up kid. But all I would like to know is, what's the point in living if you have no life?
No need to reply or waste your time worrying. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's the beauty of places like these. I'm just another kid, venting about crap that you couldn't care less about.