I’m sorry Wild, and the people I promised to. It got so, so much more worse. I was wrong when I said things would get better. It’s only going downhill consistently. Everyone’s fighting, leaving, and getting so hurt. And I’m in the middle of it all. I can’t take this anymore. School’s absolute sh** for me too. I’m probably going to get attacked on the last day. People hated me for drawing animals so much they decided to almost break my nose with a lacrosse stick. What’s to stop them from taking revenge on me this year, too? I’m just the stupid little wimp that can’t take it anymore. Just as I started to draw, trying to get away, trying to listen to music, it’s getting so much worse. Don’t worry, I’m not going to end it. Not going to hurt myself. Physically, at least. Nobody said I can’t do it mentally. If anybody on this freaking website gives a damn, don’t comfort me anymore. I don’t want to hear you lying telling me it’ll get better. I feel like I’m testing fate saying this, but bring it on. You think I’m going to roll over that easily? Bring it on. Make my life a living hell, I dare you. And who am I daring? The people around me, of course. Not God. I know this is supposed to be test or whatever for my faith, and I’m not going to blame God for what’s happening. Why should I? A lot of it is my fault. Hah, funny how contradicting I am in this description. Guess I am a hypocrite after all. But I don’t want a shred of kindness. I’m just venting it out. Like a normal teenager is supposed to do. But I’m not normal. I’m far from it. If I get so much as one comment telling me its okay or trying to comfort me on my chat, I will close all my comments on my projects. Be warned. I don’t want to hear that you actually give a crap about my feelings. Do you really? If so, don’t comfort /me/ I’m the least important here. Comfort the people that are actually hurting. I can guarantee my pain is the least of them all.
