Somedays he's feels like dying... she gets so sick of crying.
There's rumors going around that I might get suspended for that fucking letter I sent to Juliette. Well fuck her. If she was so offended by my vocabulary and such, maybe I am just too smart for such a low-level range of society.
I know I rant a lot about this, but a few months ago, when she erased all my work and told me that I was a horrible drawer and such... it brought me down so much because... it wasn't critism. It was just mean. Whnenever I see her fucking she drew over it I try to find the eraser marks... I think about how much she lacks in personality... how this whole bragging thing pushed me over the edge. I keep on bottling up every. fucking. thing. I don't tell people when I really am pissed off, besides here, and that's not good. There has been so many times I have been tempted to hurt someone, but I always end up hurting myself, whether it's phisically or mentally, which explains why I cry so much and why I am considered "weak" in my family.
If I told my parents I was Bi, I'd be in trouble.
If I told my parents that I had a girlfriend, they'd kill me.
If I told them that I don't feel like they loved me... I could only imagine.
And I'm sick and tired of feeling this way because I felt so good until a month or two ago. I thought that when I told someone, Caroline, in graphic detail my problems, I'd feel better, but I don't. I want to yell, I want to scream, I want to be alive.
Apparently, this is just a taste of it, rumors, suspension, or not.
-Donna
I know I rant a lot about this, but a few months ago, when she erased all my work and told me that I was a horrible drawer and such... it brought me down so much because... it wasn't critism. It was just mean. Whnenever I see her fucking she drew over it I try to find the eraser marks... I think about how much she lacks in personality... how this whole bragging thing pushed me over the edge. I keep on bottling up every. fucking. thing. I don't tell people when I really am pissed off, besides here, and that's not good. There has been so many times I have been tempted to hurt someone, but I always end up hurting myself, whether it's phisically or mentally, which explains why I cry so much and why I am considered "weak" in my family.
If I told my parents I was Bi, I'd be in trouble.
If I told my parents that I had a girlfriend, they'd kill me.
If I told them that I don't feel like they loved me... I could only imagine.
And I'm sick and tired of feeling this way because I felt so good until a month or two ago. I thought that when I told someone, Caroline, in graphic detail my problems, I'd feel better, but I don't. I want to yell, I want to scream, I want to be alive.
Apparently, this is just a taste of it, rumors, suspension, or not.
-Donna