I think I'm suicidal or have depression...
So, lately….
On my other blog,” A Word to the Wise.” I said how me and my former best friend broke up with each other… And lately, I’ve been so tired to do, well, anything. It hurts when I think, when I walk, when I talk, when I try to smile, but grow tired of myself and how fake I look doing it.
Recently school hasn’t been helping either, I have friends, but the downside with that former best friend of mine was that she was a very popular. As I said, I had enough friends to keep me satisfied and I knew people and they knew me, but after we fought. Barely anyone is talking to me, like they said it’s my fault for what happened.
I dropped from a pretty 9ish on the popular scale to a flat 4. I don’t care about being popular or anything, what really bothers me is the looks people give me. Glares, scoffs, and deadly gazes from the corner of their eyes, all looking at me. What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me? I fought with her, not you. Why are you taking the side of someone who is a two faced that gossips 24/7 and uses the outta people?
I’m just… done. I can’t go on with this anymore. I’m seriously about to pop. I take off my glasses so I don't have to see those faces, but I still feel them on me... tensely on me. I was such a cheery and sunny girl till this all happened... Like Zico says," I had lost my innnocence and became a villian." To let you know, I’m the kinda person who you can call a , hoe, , retard, , any other words without getting so much offended, but when you call me a liar. That’s when I ing snap.
Today, that friend of mine, called me a liar because recently I posted my Instgram username on my YouTube and Tumblr page, so people can follow me. I got +400 more followers then her. She said,” You bought those followers you fake hoe.” Like I said. I don’t care about being called a hoe. I ing hate being called a liar, but I find it amazing how she still stalks me on it. My account isn't private because I got nothing to hide, but she still looks at my page to see how I'm doing? After I unfollowed her and blocked her on Facebook. Wow. Your pathic.
I wanted to go home during lunch (4th period), but the nice nurse that usually lets me skip said I only have 2 more hours and can do it. I tried so hard. So, so hard. I out a bit during 6th, but I didn’t go home. This has been going on for the past monthish. I'm just dead.
I don’t know anymore, I just don’t care. I… I just want life to be over.
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