Friday September 29th
Did you know that everytime I feel someone look at me and I hate myself again? It´s not your fault. It´s me and the fact that I hate myself.
Not your fault.
Not mine either though.
No ones fault , just life and I got to deal with it.
Hate my appearance, hate my reflection. Hate myself.
No one knows what I feel? Bullshit.
There are like ten million people who have a worse life than me. Even more than that!
And yet here I am. Complaining. That´s what I do best.
Feeling alone.Nothing new. Feeling down. Nothing new.
Feeling numb. That´s bloody new.
Feeling sad, scared, worried, ugly. What else? A lot.
CONFUSION!
I hate myself for Complaining and then I complain about that.
Always Complaining, even now.
Gotta stop. Everything.
Gotta go. Away.
Gotta cry. Of despair.
Gotta run. Out of here.
Gotta go away. Seal my heart and never feel.
I WANNA DIE!
Days later. They found him hanging from the sealing in his schooltie.
(A/N: I have NO idea where this came from. or well. that might be a small lie but whatever. Think what you think. )
Love, S