I don't have real friends.. Real friends help you get up when you're down; my friends get on the floor with me, then get up and leave me to get up when I'm ready... Real friends text you back when you need something and try to help, my friends barely text back at all until I tell them to look at their texts.. Real friends try to cheer you up when you're sad, my friends just leave me alone to deal with it myself.. Real friends say friends with you, my friends talk to me on occasion until they have to..
Maybe I'm not good enough, maybe I'm just fooling them too well.. I give a smile when someone approaches me when I'm not paying attention, I don't think anyone realizes that it's fake.. Fake enough for me to notice I'm hurting, fake enough to fool myself for a moment, fake enough to let me cry and make people think the tears are tears of joy..
I'm yelling inside for someone to hurt me back when I punch them. I'm screaming in pain when someone just walks past me while I suffer.
~×~I hate me~×~
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Vent thingy
Short StoryThis is only a vent, just to ease my mind when I get overwhelmed. As reference, this was all posed around when I was finding out I was a system.
