I can't even focus in class anymore. These thoughts won't go away. I can't do anything right.
I don't think Jenna remembers what she said to me. I don't think she cares either. I told her that she hurt me and asked if she cared that she hurt me, she said nothing and brushed it off. That hurts even more. Can't she see she's making things worse?
I don't fit in anywhere. Why can't people understand that I need help? I'm always picked last or not at all for everything.
Why am I here? Why can't I get stuff done? What did I do wrong? Why does everyone ignore me?
Jenna apologized but I don't think she meant it.
Why are people so fucked up? Why is society so fucked up?
Depression is like a black hole; you can't escape it. What is wrong with me? What am I supposed to do about my self-hatred problems? Why can't I ask for help? Why can't I have someone to talk to in my classes? I just want someone to genuinely care about me.
Don't worry about me, no one else does.
What happened to me? If someone says something nice to me I always think the opposite is true.
No one speaks to me, but why? Maybe I'm an attention seeker. Dad and Jeanie seem to think I'm an attention seeker, she outright called me an attention seeker! I guess they're right. I'm a burden to them now.
"Now she slips into our past."-Iron Maiden.
I don't want to be happy.
Sorry for taking so long. I don't have an excuse. Though I guess no one actually reads this. Oh well.
