I'm always hearing people asking me stupid questions...
"Why do you always act so sad?"
"Why won't you ever come out of your room?"
"Can you speak?"
"Why are you like this?"
Well, let me just say something...
I CRY because I'm human
I FEEL because I'm human
I BLEED because I'm human
I'm DEPRESSED because I'm human
What more do you want from me? Yes I can smile but I hardly ever have a reason to. Yeah, I laugh, but hardly ever. Of course I can love. My heart still beats. What the fuck do you think I am? I'm not a zombie, though I look and act like one. I could lay in my bed and never get up again. Would that please anybody? Would it make anyone cheer? Why do I even bother...
Like some of these bitches think I'm only pretending, but would you think I was pretending if you felt how hungry I always am because I refuse to eat? Would you think I was pretending if you saw the scars on my arm? Because guess what, they aren't from Copper, they ain't from Buddy or Leo. They ain't from Ellie or Clem or Huck or Zoe...
I'm fucking dying, ok?! I'm starving. I'm hurting. The only reason I haven't killed myself is because there's 2 people I really care about.. I'm afraid to hurt them. So, I'll live for them. So if they ever go, I'm going too.
Don't think I'll be a fucking pussy and back down.
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