[Warning, this is technically a vent, so it does include things like attempts, and other things that could make you uncomfortable. If you feel uncomfortable with this, feel free to just go away. This is a random thing anyway, it’s not like I wanted anyone to see it.] Scroll down. Yet I somehow wake up in my bed everyday I’ve told everyone that I’m okay And that’s the truth because I’ve been healing, But the effects of the past still scare me. Being alone in a classroom, full of people who disgust me. Yet not one of them ever trusted me. They called me ugly and weird, and I took it to heart. They talked behind my back whenever I wasn’t there to see it all. Yet I hold in the urge to cry and shout in class, “That’s such an immature thing..” they said. Immature? I matured too fast. The internet taught me everything I should have. That’s one thing im grateful about.. atleast? I somehow grew up a with a class of children. Children like me, same exact age, not heartbroken. Yet they all turned out to be JERKS. I want the access to scream and shout, Talk about all they’ve talked about, Cry about a boy in my class who tried getting close to me, YET THE TEACHER WASNT EVEN LISTENING?! He showed it all that I shouldn’t have seen, 3rd grade, EVERYTHING. Yet he was standing right in front of me. In a classroom, full of people, yet it felt like only me I and him were there. It’s such a shame. Then I grew up. Then I learned how to hide everything, from the times I cried myself to sleep, from the times that boy scared me, from the times I wish, maybe it would be a good idea to not wake up today. Not wake up from sleep, I want to wake up with clouds in front of me.
