for fuck sake (an auto-biography)

How could people make life sound so sweet for everyone when all it is a pain in the ass for me? No, I don't want your kindness. I don't want your pity. That stuff is all just annoying. Too many states of depression for even the thoughts of friendship right now and too much toxins in my small mind for this deep universe. No, I wouldn't call me a bitch. Just simply not fond of people. Though, I do have friends. Barely. But my main friend is Hunter. No, I'm not changing names to cover their faces out of my story. I'm keeping the names. Their names shall be known. What's the point of hiding a name if, both, them and everyone knows who they are. What's the point of hiding your face from everyone if they've already seen it? There isn't a point. A reason why I even bother to make this is because, well, why not. My name is Hannah, by the way,