I sometimes feel as if people still choose to talk to me because they pity me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm being a burden to them by talking to them about my problems.
Sometimes I feel like no one really wants to listen to my jokes or stories and I'm just annoying them.
Sometimes I think that if I were to commit suicide, my friends (whom Iove and trust a lot) wouldn't even bother noticing that I'm not there.
Sometimes I feel like my friends avoid me because I'm just trying to put a smile on their face in the weirdest way possible.
Other times I think that people are telling the truth when I'm called horrible, ugly, edgy, a loser, an ass, overweight, and other things.
I've started cutting again.
I'm starting to lose sleep because of these thoughts.
I can't handle the stress of life. It's too much..
They probably are lying when they say that they care just to make me feel wanted and other lame shit.
