I feel like getting really drunk to where I start crying. Dunno if it’s possible but I should probably try it. I’m not some famous horse that gets all the hugs and kisses because people hope the fame will rub off of on them, and it’s sad that it’s a reality. Shame it has to be about status, rep and gender, or more. I don’t understand humanity.
I honestly think some people believe that some just make up stories and make it worse than it sounds, but my feelings are real here and it sucks you get these people that mock you for it. I mean, this is why I want to die the most. People are willing to harm intentionally because it’s fun for them. It’s why I really don’t like publically talking about my feelings, unless it’s someone I know well enough. Like at work I just say “I’m depressed today” and that’s it. No one really cares and I don’t expect them to. What I really can’t stand are people who want to make it worse and don’t realize that some people can totally break and end their life on a whim. Nobody gives a shit, I know. 8 billion fucking people, just a fucking number that’s all. Unless you’re a damn celebrity of course. Sad. I have a voice and I’ll speak it. I’ve been hurt and scolded for it, taking the blame and I don’t give a fuck. I’m fed up with the loveless and hateful. It’s made me like that because I’ve seen pretty much everything as far as abuse goes. Don’t believe me? I wish I could prove it, but I don’t care about that.