Okay. Look. I know, I’m a person who is insensitive. I’m supposed to be mature. I get mad easily. People hate me. I don’t feel anything except anger, and happiness. I’m egotistical. I care only about myself. I don’t understand what it’s like to be a depressed kid on scratch. But I do. I do know. I know very well. I’m a jealous person. I envy people who are better than me. I envy people who are noticed more than me. Why? Because. Well. I don’t know why. I just want to be seen. I have emotions. But those emotions are not noticed. I do many bad things. I can do worse things. I could hurt people, yeah, I guess I do already. But I can feel, I can cry, I can weep, I can feel alone. A fact I bet you never knew. But if I cry in front of you. That’s the worst thing I can do.
