A person was talking to me about why they're terrible and I'm amazing. I listed things I'm good at and they listed things they were bad at. I was already I'm a depressed mood this only made it worse. I don't want to people to look up to me.
I want to start cutting myself.
I want to start starving myself.
I want others to despise me.
I want people to laugh at me.
I want people to bruise me.
I want people to take everything from me...
I want their prefect view of me to perish, I want people to break my bones, break my mind, and break my heart. I want them to make me suffer. Even though they were trying to keep me from killing myself they just got me a step closer.
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Things That Only Happen To Me
Non-FictionThese are things that only happen to me... This is pretty much my diary, have fun reading it!