I just feel so fucking unimportant. Fuck everyone.
I just feel so useless…. I feel like no one really wants me around… It’s as I no one would notice if I left..
It really hurts when people tell me to shut up… Like I get that you don’t wanna hear about my interests.. Or listen to my music… But you don’t have to tell me to shut up…
I, from my memory, have rarely told people that I don’t want to hear about your shit… I hate half of it… Truly… But I like to give everyone a chance to speak.
But apparently nothing I say is good enough. So fine.
Just fuckin wait.
Love Ellen Hopkins. Reading her books makes me feel normal. Like someone actually understands and I’m not alone.
Cutting my wrists doesn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. I don’t even care anymore I just want the pain to go away. Besides, even if anyone sees, it’s not like they’ll care.