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I feel it every day. A sensation that just gets me so pissed off at everyone. I sometimes wonder why I show up anywhere for anyone. I should just say, �Fuck it, I wanna do my own thing today�. I sit and hear nothing but talk about me. People act like my friends to my face. But they stab me in the back. Bunch of bitches. I hate everything about everyone. I don�t know why, I just do. It�s the way I am. It can�t be helped. I have one true friend. She has always been there for me. Who you say? Wouldn�t you like to know? I�ll never tell. Heh, you say I�m annoying. Would you rather I act out who I really am? Then you can see the way I really act. But then you must ask yourself, �Do I really want to see someone who is on the verge of insanity?� You never know what I might do. You really want to know what I�m like? I�m vexing, I�m insane, I hate just about anything you can name, I have almost no friends, I never �hang out� with people, and I am suicidal. I go home everyday wondering if today is the day I will finally do it. Will I get the nerve to load my gun and pull the trigger? You wonder why I act nice, kind of annoying, and somewhat friendly? Maybe it�s because I don�t want to show my true emotion. I don�t want you all to know that, in all truth, I want to die. |
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