oh my god who does she think she is????
why????
I think she is pretty!
No one thinks she is pretty!
Why? Why can't they just let me be? I threw my phone landing I don't know where and just started crying. Chica came into the room and put her head on my lap. I petted her but their words just played in my head. This isn't the first time people have written mean things to me. At least this time people aren't telling me to go to hell.
I stood up and wiped my face, Mark will be home soon. I don't want him to see me like this. He doesn't know their words get to me. He thinks I just shake it off and go on with my life...... if it was only that easy. I put on fresh makeup and went downstairs with Chica following.
"Hey, there are two of my most favorite women," Mark said walking in.
"Hey."
"Got a busy day today, I need to record 5 videos and get ready for a live stream. What do you have planned?" He pulled me in for a kiss.
"Maybe I'll take Chica for a walk then get something for dinner. What do you feel like having?"
"Let's order out."
"Maybe."
"So what kind of videos are you planning on doing?"
"A few let's play, a Q&A and something else that I have no idea on what to do."
"You will think of something that is funny like you always do."
He kissed the top of my head then headed up to his recording room.
"Chica wanna go for a walk?" I asked as her tail whipped back and forth.
After the walk I laid on the couch going through Mark's last video, I thought he cut me out of it. I walked in asking if he wanted pizza for dinner. Do I dare look at the comments?
I did.
Oh My God! there she goes again! always wanting to be on camera.
She needs to get over herself.
She needs to leave and never come back. she is so worthless.
Chica laid her head on my lap as the tears poured out.
"They want me to leave so bad, then fine. I will." I got up and went into the bathroom. I have never done this before but I have heard of people doing it. The last thing I remember was taking the razor then Chica barking like crazy.
I woke up in a different room with wires connected to me, my hands were tied to the bed.
"She is up." I looked for the voice and it was a nurse.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"The hospital, you tried to kill yourself so we have to strap your arms so you don't try again."
"Where is Mark, Oh god he probably hates me." I started to cry.
"We sent him home since visiting hours are over."
"Oh, Okay."
the nurse left, after a little bit, another nurse came in.
"Amy?"
