6 ibuprofen and some red pill. Probably only gonna knock me out. Fml
All my scars are barely visible anymore. And I was proud of that. But I think I can handle another summer of sweatshirts if I can just get my mind off this pain.
This girl is popular. She has friends. She has a boyfriend who adores her. People admire her. People want to be her. And she tells me she always felt alone, and like she shouldn’t be alive? Bitch, when I finally trusted you enough to tell you my secret, you LAUGHED at me and turned away. Every time I tried to talk to you, to be your friend, you never even gave me the fucking time of day. You had best friends left and right, you were the kind of person that people wanted to know. And now, you want me to fucking pity you? How the fuck are you going to expect me to believe that you actually feel like that? You and your bullshit and your fucking excuses and all your fucking pity talk. Fuck you. You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be alone. Fuck you.
