why is this my fault

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July 23:  I was stood up. Fuck you man. I'm done and not only was I pissed lilleigh smiled at me. Please dont cuss me out then smile. Yeah I wanna talk to lilleigh but only because I need help. I dont use my friends all I need rn is to talk to her.

I need help I couldn't talk Last night my neighbor got robbed. I got sick and grounded. My head hurts and my schedule makes zero sense.  I need a good friend to talk to. The scars on my wrist doesn't help my mom leave me only and if she doesn't stop there will be more. I wish I could talk to someone who understood. I just want my friends back. I gtg I cant even see what I'm typing. I wish for one day I wasnt crying or dieing

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