So this will be less funny because damn am I pissed off.
Today, someone told me I was wrong for ever cutting. They told me to grow a pair and stop being a Whiny ass bitch. I was told I shouldn't fucking whine about being sad.
FUCKING FIRST OFF:
I'm literally diagnosed with depression. Don't you think I've tried to stop being sad? It's like it's superglued to my soul, bound to me for a lifetime.
#2:
I'm sorry that I have a physical addiction to self inflicted harm. It's like a drug addict. I'm addicted to the pain. It's so hard to stop.
3:
I'm sorry you don't understand depression you judgmental, self absorbed, asshole.
I'm sorry I have low self esteem
I'm sorry I hurt myself
I'm sorry for not keeping my faith in god strong.
I'm sorry for fucking myself up
I'm sorry for having a wanting to die
I'm sorry for being such a fucking fuck up.
But it is none of your concern. They had never felt that hollow feeling. They don't know what it's like to feel void of any emotion. To think of ways to die and make it not my fault. To want to cut a little deeper. They don't know depression
They don't know a damn thing about this life.
Nor do they know a damn thing about my sins.
So I suggest they bugger off before I go all 'insane' like they think I will.
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