... and while I'm at it.
Sep. 26th, 2001 05:40 pmIt SO sucks how you never seem to see how other people feel. How come you've never asked me why I'm sad so often? No, you don't. I'm buying my anti-depressants myself, FYI, because I'd rather die than tell you! You know? Now I'm so glad I've never told you anything important. It's all a lie. All you ever said or did. A fucking lie. You make me sick!
Hey! I'm in therapy for half a year now! I'm suicidal, yes! I've tried it twice! My last boyfriend tried to kill me! I've got a problem with self-injury! I'm writing! Tons of stuff! And you'll never see it! And I'm gay! Yes! You'll never know, because you never fucking care!
But sure, go ahead. Call your girlfriend. After all, she's more important. Mom and I are doing fine without you. Go away...
Hey! I'm in therapy for half a year now! I'm suicidal, yes! I've tried it twice! My last boyfriend tried to kill me! I've got a problem with self-injury! I'm writing! Tons of stuff! And you'll never see it! And I'm gay! Yes! You'll never know, because you never fucking care!
But sure, go ahead. Call your girlfriend. After all, she's more important. Mom and I are doing fine without you. Go away...