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some people just can't quit feeling sorry for themselves can they?
they just drag it out until they stop getting as much attention and move on to something else.
"ooh i have such a hard life"
"ooooh i'm so0o depressed"
get over it.
i used to think that until i saw some people who really do have hard lives.
lives where no one in their family cares about them. they can't afford new clothes. they're beaten. i even know some people who were so depressed they decided to end their lives because they couldn't take it anymore.
some people have NO IDEA what goes on in other peoples lives.
i was like that until i met one of my best friends whos mom died when she was nine, and her dads a fucking drunk who doesn't do shit for her.
SHE even has to pay the bills, and she works her butt of nights and weekends making sure they still have a roof over their heads.
she has to clean up after everyone in the house and gets no help at all.
i know another person whos 16 and has a baby.
she had to temporarily quit school so she could raise the little thing.
she won't be able to go out and have a good time for years and years
the point i'm trying to get across is, some little rich, spoiled, attention craving brats make their lives seem so hard, when the people who really have the hard lives keep it to themselves.
people carve stupid shit into their arms like "help me", and "waste".
it's kind of weird how they claim they want no one to see it, when it's carved across their fucking arm. they don't even try to hide it.
they show it off like it's something to be proud of. the first thing i hear when i come into the school building is " look how bad i cut last night".
i look at the small, safty pin scratches, and turn away, pretending that i didn't see anything.
like brandi says, " if you want them to stop, tell them to do it more".
She did that to Victoria, and she has yet come to me with her stories about how sad she is in almost a week.
wow. that's a long time considering i used to hear it everyday.
another little shit has been talking about me behind my back, saying i'm a bitch, just because i told her how i really feel.
at least i have the balls to say it, i don't go talking behind her back to everyone else in school.
good day.
camille.
they just drag it out until they stop getting as much attention and move on to something else.
"ooh i have such a hard life"
"ooooh i'm so0o depressed"
get over it.
i used to think that until i saw some people who really do have hard lives.
lives where no one in their family cares about them. they can't afford new clothes. they're beaten. i even know some people who were so depressed they decided to end their lives because they couldn't take it anymore.
some people have NO IDEA what goes on in other peoples lives.
i was like that until i met one of my best friends whos mom died when she was nine, and her dads a fucking drunk who doesn't do shit for her.
SHE even has to pay the bills, and she works her butt of nights and weekends making sure they still have a roof over their heads.
she has to clean up after everyone in the house and gets no help at all.
i know another person whos 16 and has a baby.
she had to temporarily quit school so she could raise the little thing.
she won't be able to go out and have a good time for years and years
the point i'm trying to get across is, some little rich, spoiled, attention craving brats make their lives seem so hard, when the people who really have the hard lives keep it to themselves.
people carve stupid shit into their arms like "help me", and "waste".
it's kind of weird how they claim they want no one to see it, when it's carved across their fucking arm. they don't even try to hide it.
they show it off like it's something to be proud of. the first thing i hear when i come into the school building is " look how bad i cut last night".
i look at the small, safty pin scratches, and turn away, pretending that i didn't see anything.
like brandi says, " if you want them to stop, tell them to do it more".
She did that to Victoria, and she has yet come to me with her stories about how sad she is in almost a week.
wow. that's a long time considering i used to hear it everyday.
another little shit has been talking about me behind my back, saying i'm a bitch, just because i told her how i really feel.
at least i have the balls to say it, i don't go talking behind her back to everyone else in school.
good day.
camille.