its getting suicidal
everyone loves pressuring me. dont they ? always gotta ask me what to do .. they need help .. theyre lives are screwed. but i doubt they ever think about whats going on in my life. ha, doubt it. tell me about the latest break-ups, the drama between two friends, like betrayal, the jumps. tell me about it. just dont call me a fucking snitch. hi, uhm do you know me ? uh doubt it. aint no one actually know who i really am. they see this outer kristal thats loud and positive. one thing im really good at : keeping my personal life personal. but if people are gonna ask me, im gonna tell them. im not some attention whore, telling everyone i gave a blowjob to my one and only boyfriend, blazing some shit with him under a fucking bridge. do i look stupid ? i wanna make my life outta something. people are holding me back. i like this "fuck everyone" mood im having. its at the point where .. i actually dont give a fuck about anyone right now. STFU ! dont tell me that you do care about me. no one can help me .. not the one i love, not my sister, not some counsellor, not my bestfriend. no one. no one because NO ONE fucking knows me. stop saying you do, that automaticlly gives you the right to judge. open the skin beneath, hm, feels good. feels cold. feels right.