HAHAHA <3333
Sugar, I'm not always talking about you.
I hate when people assume things.
I know you do too.
So let's do us both a favor.
We'll stop this.
Ohhh dear. Um, not in the narcissistic way.
In the actual emotion way.
Yeah, yeah, yeaaaah...
I have those too.
In a way, I feel horrible.
I feel good.
Really really good.
For knowing that...
...I was capable of this enough as it already is.
And it worked =D
It makes me feel great.
I honestly don't mean to do a lot of the things I do.
Actually.
I never mean anything bad, hahaha.
I don't mean to sound rude.
Or bitchy.
Or arrogant.
Or mean.
It might seem like I do, but...
You know, I never really give a clear picture.
I like the hazy stuff.
I like confusion.
I like giving the wrong message.
I like playing around with people.
I like to watch reactions.
I don't do it on purpose.
People let themselves get in to it.
Nobody's clever enough to realise it.
When you think about this.
It really isn't my fault.
I'm sort of a liar, if you'd take it that way.
I don't hate mom.
I don't hate dad.
I don't hate either brother.
I don't hate anyone =)
Though I sometimes say I do.
Or act like it.
I just...
...hate the things they do?
Meh.
People hate what I do.
Nobody should change for anyone.
PS: Loathing and hating are two completely different things.
But.
Now I feel as though...
Everything that makes me who I am isn't really "mine" anymore.
I don't really consider myself too conceited.
I just...have high self-esteem.
Take it in whichever way you percieve it.
I'm not stupid, arrogant, ignorant, cruel, mean, or whatever you wanna call me.
I'm a great person =)
Mood swings...that's not it.
Just watch yourself, darling, and we'll be okay <3
Y'see, I don't really run around like
OMFG I HAVE OCD
OMFG I HAVE GAD
OMFG OMFGOMFGOMFG I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH 6459774399674958674356 DISORDERS.
'Cause like..
If you had obsessive-compulsive, you'd realise it's nothing to be proud of.
If you had generalised anxiety disorder, you'd realise it's not all that fun.
If you couldn't sleep one minute during the night, you'd realise it's not healthy or cool.
Suicide is for quitters.
I feel sorry for those dumb kids.
Depression is for people that believe they have nothing to live for.
Those people are fucking stupid.
I've heard quite a few friends say they're not talented in many ways.
Or any at all.
I really wanna hit them all in the head.
The reason why you think that way is 'cause...
you're stupid.
And.
Guess what.
You wouldn't be alive if you didn't have a purpose.
Don't bitch about killing yourself, dears.
Dears = plural, so yeah, I'm talking about more than one person.
If you're really depressed, unloved, lonely, talentless, stupid...
Just do us all a favor.
Stop bluffing and drink that cyanide.
Take that gun to your head and blow us all away.
'Cause your stupidity just wasn't enough for us.
Prove to us you're really worthless.
Lemme see that pretty little gravestone of yours.
Let me photograph the number of people crying around it.
Then you'll realise that people actually care.
I hope, before you cut those wrists, you slap yourself once for me.
Think twice.
Grow up.
Realise that there's more to life than what you don't have.
You don't need a boyfriend.
You don't need amazing abilities.
You don't need to cry over nothing.
You have yourself.
You're never alone.
If that's not good enough for you,
I don't see why you're still alive.
You know I hate jokes about suicide.
But I'm fucking serious.