I'm laying on my bed and I'm so depressed I can't even deal with things. I'm trying to feel better but I can't. I want to enjoy the night spazzing and talking to my friends but I can't because I can't stop thinking how much society is fucked up and how much I hate myself. The problem is people don'tunderstand how much their words hurt people. And I hate myself because of being affected with it when I can ignore it and fucking enjoy things that I want to do but NO. They don't know how much disturbance can their words give to other people.
To other people, it's always my fault. To some, I'm always wrong and stupid that I can't do things properly. Like I'm worthless. I'm sick of being the problem.
"Sometimes, it is better to be alone. No one can hurt you." - Hercules
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