I've been complimented to doing this. I sought out help but I still never get any.
I always wonder is this the end of me? Who actually cares? Will I go to hell for this sin? Will I see my dead loved ones?
I hate crying but I always cry.
I need or want help. I'm to stupid to know my own feelings.
Damn it all. I'm crying. I hate the world I hate most people I hate life I hate smiling I hate existing I hate love I hate almost everything.
YOU ARE READING
I'm sad, are you?
Teen FictionThis is gonna be about me and maybe others. This story will be one of my more important and non-joking stories/blog.