(This is sort of a rant and a vent, but obviously no one cares so I can post this on here without a problem)
Liars make me mad
They irritate me
Lies, lies, lies
I just can't take liars.
I don't trust anyone or anything anymore
Believe me or not
They say they're sorry, but they regret nothing.
They say they're always there for you but you're always lonely.
They say they always care but eventually they just give up at some point
I hate lies
I hate them the most.
They hurt me.
They make me question everything about myself.
I just couldn't find the truth behind everything.
Lies always get me mixed up and that's why I hate them.
They make me confused, anxious, cautious, and scared.
They say they'll always look up to you, but eventually they'll look down at you and will be disappointed.
I can't handle lies
Why can't people tell me the truth?
It's not like I haven't had suffered enough
I can handle the truth
Even if it's horribly true.
I just can't stand lies. Stop telling me lies and tell me the goddamn truth already.
Am I an annoying person? Am I bad?
Am I trustworthy?
You'd obviously say yes because even I have gathered enough proof and reasons
Do you even remember me?
Do you even think of me?
Obviously not
You'd say that if you'd answer truthfully
People keep telling me lies and lies all over again
And after they do, they suddenly... you know.
I hate liars.
I hate it when people keep saying "you should at least be grateful."
Discouraging people who suffer depression and anxiety doesn't help
Like damn they already know they're in a bad situation
There's no need to bring them back down.
Even the friends I've made in school tell me lies.
They said they'd feel sorry if they left me out in a group activity and not have me be with them. But obviously, they just laugh and smile.
Every time I think that exact second I leave, they just forget about me entirely.
I once heard someone say a rumor about me in school
Sometimes people don't even wanna come near me
One time we were in PE, we were doing laps around a track then two girls were right in front of me.
As I tried to mind my own business and run past them, they screamed and quickly ran away. They only ran away when I started running.
They even looked back at me, terrified.
Was it because of the same kind of accidents?
I've ran into someone once by accident.
The other time I ran into someone was their fault.
I stayed completely at my lane of running and someone just ran into me and we fell.
The second time it happened and it was sorta my fault, someone said "she's the same girl who ran into (student's name)"
It wasn't my fault
I didn't run into them
They ran into me
I was in front of them
People just remember me by my mistakes
And I hate it when the same people try to pretend to be nice to me
Just tell I'm trash, already.
It's just that I don't belong, I guess. No one knows me. I don't belong anywhere except in bed where I can continuously rot and my family would complain about it.
Why can't people just tell me I'm a horrible person? I don't need to wait and get clues from everybody else
I hate mysteries
I hate lies
I hate myself
I can't belong anywhere
