Byler

I'm not ok(vent)

Trigger warnings: implied S3lf H@rm,Depression,And mentions of su!c!d3

One of these days I'm gonna get asked if I'm ok and just fucking snap, cause it's like do I look fucking "Ok" am I that good at hiding my emotions and istfg if one more person at my school says some shit about the fact that I but band-aids on my arms for "attention" I might just end it all. THAT SHIT'S NOT FOR ATTENTION! The only way they found out is because I rolled up my sleeves to wash my hands and someone saw the band-aids on my wrist and told everyone. And even fucking better people at my school like to comment on how I'm "too skinny" like that's gonna fucking help, I can't even eat without feeling like I'm fat. And I can't even go in the changing room without some random ass bitch making a comment on how I'm "Looking at her" WHILE I'M LOOKING AT THE FUCKING WALL. I can't walk home alone from school without worrying about getting jumped for just being myself. I'm going to cut everyone out of my life but tbh it's not like they would notice. I sometimes wonder if I k!lled myself would anybody miss me or even care but there's no point in wondering cause I already know the answer.