Note to a lot of people at FBMS.
Stop hurassing me, stop bullying me, stop talking about me, stop calling me a poser.
I hate how your simple little care free popular minds think that you can treat somebody this way and not make them want to kill themselves.
I hate how when I dress preppy I get treated better.
I hate how people pick me apart behind my back and expect me not to retaliate.
I hate how people call me a poser, and don't take into considereation that if I was, I would have stopped being rebelious and different a long time ago. I subject myself to such bad treatment because being mainstream and cool means your living a fake life.
I can't get happy, I can't stop, I can't be nice, I can't be optopmisitic, It's hard to laugh, I can't show emotions, I can't live anymore.
Cutting is for people without the balls to kill themselves.
I have nothing to live for, nobody would miss me, I wouldn't have to deal with all of these people blaming me, taking shit out on me, ganging up on me.
This is who I am, I will not conform to society, I will not subject myself to this living hell.
Comment with something truly worth living for. Or an insult to further my depression, because I can't go on living life like a lie, and everything is alright.
Tell me my flaws.
Yesterday after I got off of the bus, I flipped out. I cut myself, I punched a whole in the wall, I trashed my room. Mike Valenti is a horrible person. He has no regaurd for anyone unless they are hott and mainstream, two of which he is not. He's making my life suck. I end my social day on the bus, where he insults, blames and bully's me. If my mom would let me, I would rather walk the few miles home everyday than spend that much time with him on the bus. I hate him passionately.
I am fat, and I'm going to stop eating.
I hope this entry scared you and made you realize what you have done to me. Stop.
I hate how your simple little care free popular minds think that you can treat somebody this way and not make them want to kill themselves.
I hate how when I dress preppy I get treated better.
I hate how people pick me apart behind my back and expect me not to retaliate.
I hate how people call me a poser, and don't take into considereation that if I was, I would have stopped being rebelious and different a long time ago. I subject myself to such bad treatment because being mainstream and cool means your living a fake life.
I can't get happy, I can't stop, I can't be nice, I can't be optopmisitic, It's hard to laugh, I can't show emotions, I can't live anymore.
Cutting is for people without the balls to kill themselves.
I have nothing to live for, nobody would miss me, I wouldn't have to deal with all of these people blaming me, taking shit out on me, ganging up on me.
This is who I am, I will not conform to society, I will not subject myself to this living hell.
Comment with something truly worth living for. Or an insult to further my depression, because I can't go on living life like a lie, and everything is alright.
Tell me my flaws.
Yesterday after I got off of the bus, I flipped out. I cut myself, I punched a whole in the wall, I trashed my room. Mike Valenti is a horrible person. He has no regaurd for anyone unless they are hott and mainstream, two of which he is not. He's making my life suck. I end my social day on the bus, where he insults, blames and bully's me. If my mom would let me, I would rather walk the few miles home everyday than spend that much time with him on the bus. I hate him passionately.
I am fat, and I'm going to stop eating.
I hope this entry scared you and made you realize what you have done to me. Stop.