I don't need sticks and stones...
Words hurt. I never thought about it much, but hearing stuff from people you thought were your friends hurts like Hell. I pretend it doesn't matter, but now, I'm sitting here crying like a fucking idiot. Sure, they say the obvious, but does that make me a bad person? I just hate being hated.... I don't even feel like living anymore. I just wake up to my parents arguing and saying stuff about me, then I go to sleep to the same thing. I don't know what to do anymore. Nobody listens... I wanna be loved... I just want to feel alive again...