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What I want to know is why the hell I'm the person people decide to talk to when they want to commit suicide or they want to help someone considering commiting suicide. I'm a cold bitch when it comes to that. It's not that I don't care. It's just that it pisses me off. You want my attention, fine, there are 50 billioin better ways of getting my attention than telling me you're going to slit your wrists because you're an underaged angsty brat.
Your life's so hard? Fuck you. Take your self pity and shove it up your ass. I have more than enough self pity of my own I don't need yours too. I don't want you to kill yourself, but you know what if that's the sort of threat you're going to make, fine, do it. Make your threats and be a chicken shit. But don't come whining to me when your threats don't get the attention you want and don't come to me when you realize how fucking stupid you're being. Because you are.
(note: this does not apply to people I know and care about that have been through a suicide situation for reasons other than angsty bullshit. And damn you you fuckers... I wish you would have asked for help. You didn't have to hide it inside. You didn't have to get to the point of no fucking return to make such a fucking mistake. I was here for you. I'll stay awake at all hours of the night for you. Fuck, I'd give up my life for you, and you know damned well who you are. Don't tell me you don't. You ask it of me and this life would be yours, at least as much as I could make it. If I could take your pain and bear it I would. If I could take your horrors and your lost hope and banish them I would. And I still try. Because believe it or not, I love you dearly. Even if I act like a bitch at times about things. )
Fuck you angsty little flakey brats.
Learn what life is before you give it up.
Your life's so hard? Fuck you. Take your self pity and shove it up your ass. I have more than enough self pity of my own I don't need yours too. I don't want you to kill yourself, but you know what if that's the sort of threat you're going to make, fine, do it. Make your threats and be a chicken shit. But don't come whining to me when your threats don't get the attention you want and don't come to me when you realize how fucking stupid you're being. Because you are.
(note: this does not apply to people I know and care about that have been through a suicide situation for reasons other than angsty bullshit. And damn you you fuckers... I wish you would have asked for help. You didn't have to hide it inside. You didn't have to get to the point of no fucking return to make such a fucking mistake. I was here for you. I'll stay awake at all hours of the night for you. Fuck, I'd give up my life for you, and you know damned well who you are. Don't tell me you don't. You ask it of me and this life would be yours, at least as much as I could make it. If I could take your pain and bear it I would. If I could take your horrors and your lost hope and banish them I would. And I still try. Because believe it or not, I love you dearly. Even if I act like a bitch at times about things. )
Fuck you angsty little flakey brats.
Learn what life is before you give it up.