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i hate life. and don't any of you start with me on this "oh he's so emo, he's so goth, livejournal is so gay because all people do is whine about how their parents wouldn't let them out past 9pm".
no. this is different. this isn't about love, or money, or how i look, or what my grades are or how many friends i have.
life fucking sucks. because there's no hope. and they'll just break you down until there's nothing left. and people will stand on the side lines and watch and they will turn their heads and think that what they don't see won't hurt them. well it's hurting someone. the people who try to help are the ones who get screwed. i could just as easily run away from home, never to return. or only come home on thanksgiving and deal with one day of bullshit and then vanish again. maybe an odd phonecall here or there to make sure they're still alive. but no.
i'm going to stay here and fight. because someone i love told me that there's hope. and even if i have to fight until my soul is weathered and my eyes burst from the tears and my skin is cracked and peeling from the pain, i'll do it. i'll do this for the person who gave it all to me in the beginning. i think i'm all she has left. and i love her. because even though life can be hell, it will go on.
maybe someone else out there is facing a terrible task ahead... i hope this helps.
no. this is different. this isn't about love, or money, or how i look, or what my grades are or how many friends i have.
life fucking sucks. because there's no hope. and they'll just break you down until there's nothing left. and people will stand on the side lines and watch and they will turn their heads and think that what they don't see won't hurt them. well it's hurting someone. the people who try to help are the ones who get screwed. i could just as easily run away from home, never to return. or only come home on thanksgiving and deal with one day of bullshit and then vanish again. maybe an odd phonecall here or there to make sure they're still alive. but no.
i'm going to stay here and fight. because someone i love told me that there's hope. and even if i have to fight until my soul is weathered and my eyes burst from the tears and my skin is cracked and peeling from the pain, i'll do it. i'll do this for the person who gave it all to me in the beginning. i think i'm all she has left. and i love her. because even though life can be hell, it will go on.
maybe someone else out there is facing a terrible task ahead... i hope this helps.