I want everything to stop.
I've become target of everything. Hate me everyone, hate me.
I deserve it.
I want it to stop.
I lost one of my best friends.
Misore-chi and I had code names for everyone. The Quiin forgot the notebook where we wrote them, there were some offensive ones for people. A guy found them. He took a picture. He showed them.
I didn't go to school today luckily but I guess it could have been a shit day either ways.
The first reason I made this book is to write the feelings and emotions I had when no one listened.
Because no one listens.
I'm selfish by writing this but I've listened enough, I get annoyed so so so fast. I watch every fucking notification appear from the same fucking person.
No one ever fucking asks me if I'm okay.
They spend their whole fucking lives talking about their fucking crushes and fucking nonsense depression.
I'm done. Always the same bullshit.
"I'm sad..."
"Why?"
"I'm worthless..."
"No."
"I hate me."
"Why????"
"I don't know."
I'll be ignorant, I'll be alone, I'll be the best student.
I don't need people to fill me with their own ball of fuck when I have mine.
I tried being caring, I tried being a listener. No one is interested? Perfect. I won't be interested in anyone.
If someone is interested, I'll be interested in them. I'll be selective.
When someone finally shows fucking interest, I'll show interest, because there's a difference between caring and showing interest.
Yeah I care but I'm not interested anymore. Fuck it.
Update September 2016: I am confused....
This was posted on March 8, 2016.
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