I think this is sad.. Anyways, it says. I'm not the monster everyone makes me out to be. Insane? I guess everyone is a little crazy. I simply don't want to accept reality. Freak? Is being who I am a crime? Sure, I'm not the calmest country and yes I let my anger get a hold of me sometimes, but does that give everyone a right to criticize me? I talk to fairies and creatures around me because they are the only ones who will listen instead of insulting me with cruel teasing. "Hey Mr. Eyebrows." "Can't you cook something that doesn't taste like burnt rubber?" "Black sheep of Europe." "Talking to your imaginary friends again?" All of the comments hurt so much but I hide it with a simple fit of anger. They laugh at me, thinking it isn't really affecting me much. When really, I wish I could just die. No one would care anyway. No matter what I do there is something wrong with me. What do I have to do To finally be accepted?
Thanks to the creator of this image.. And I can relate to this.. which is why I sometimes am rude, so if I ((@CupcakeSconeTsundere))have ever hurt you I'm sorry.