"You should talk to people"
Thanks for the advice but I currently feel that familiar itch to put bullet in my head and paint the walls with all of the words I never said. So I'm sorry if you think you know what I need but I told you to keep your distance. Now I'm forced to throw you out of the window from my incoherent, suicidal, charading bullshit because YOU'RE the one who didn't walk out of the front door, so don't you dare blame me for bruises. Step off your fucking high horse and stop acting like I haven't helped you all with your fuck ups or dealt with all the insults that go along with being friends with people like me. So yeah, I'm done. I don't want to speak with you. I don't want to feel. So leave me the fuck alone so that I don't go crazy and scratch that nasty itch and give my wall a new crimson paint job. Okay?
