Don't fucking stare at me.
Yeah, I have scars.
Yeah, I'm broken.
Yeah, I'm alone.
Yeah, I'm different.
Yeah, I wear all black.
Yeah, I have bracelets.
Yeah, I keep a razor in my pocket.
Yeah, I'm in a dark place.
Yeah, I look too skinny.
Yeah, I haven't been eating.
Yeah, I have depression.
Yeah, I have anxiety.
Yeah, my life is fucked up.
Yeah, I'm not okay.
Yeah, I don't have friends.
Yeah, I have problems.
You don't see me judging you for your problems, do you? What gives you the fucking right to judge you for mine?
Don't fucking stare at me. It's rude.
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RandomI kinda feel like I'm floating. As if I'm floating on a cloud and below me are all the people who hate me, all the hateful things people say to me, all the things I hate about myself. I don't like this feeling, because it comes with But I'm giving y...
