no one rly cares if I cry or not, if I die or live, if I'm there or not. no one cares, man. no one. not a single person.
some people care because I'm mentally fucked. Like rly, I cry during lessons and I stare at walls and I write depressing stuff on everything I can get my hands on. They care about someone who's fucked up in the brain. but they don't care about ME, they just want to help me (because helping indicates that you're in a miserable state).
Everyone wants to help me.
But no one wants to just talk to me.
FUCK.
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