I love how everything she does is aimed at hurting me but some how she wants to fix our problems. No you don’t you wanna act like an angel so everyone loves you but i saw through it already you’re the freakin devil and nothing you do is gonna change your identity. I got news for you he don’t even hang around you at first break. You may have been his best friend at one point but it’s a new year. So get over your fat butt and realize the world doesn’t freakin revolve around you. Gahhhh I’m sick of it.
If it wasn’t hard, everyone would be thin, find love the first time, etc.
I’m sorry, I’m not perfect. I’ll never be. I get upset, I get angry, and I do get jealous. But you need to remember that behind all my emotions is the person that caused them. Don’t tell me I’m the only one at fault if you’re acting like I’m not worth your time. Someone out there believes I am and I could be talking to them just as easily as I can talk to you. Don’t expect me back unless you come back first, cause I didn’t cause this.
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My names Zac.
Since i dont know how to explain all my emotions to people im just going to write it here because no one ever reads this.
All my life i’ve been lied to, i’ve been told i was never going to be anything, i was told that i was stupid, i was a waste of life, i was just another worthless piece of shit. They must have been right because right now i feel as if i amount to nothing. I feel as if no one cares anymore, as if im just not loved at all. I lost everyone important to me. I was 13 years old when my dad died and that was the most traumatic day of my life without a doubt. It took a toll on me. Shortly after he died i was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety. The hardest part of it all though was watching my mom slip through the cracks. Every night I watched my mom cry and every single night i held her until she fell asleep. I’ll never forget the look on her face. That feeling of poor torture. Knowing that she couldnt even help her own kids because she couldnt even handle it herself. She died in January 2010. When she died i lost everything. I lost the only two people that i could talk to about anything and everything. I lost my two little sisters katie and kelsey. I lost sight of everything for awhile. I guess you could say i just kinda fell off. I started doing drugs and cutting everyday. I started questioning if i had a reason to live anymore. I almost killed myself two times in the summer of 2010. Not the best summer of my life. I have never felt like i was good enough for anything. Not even life. My friends are the only thing i have and i feel like i dont even deserve them. Im losing them all. Every single one of them. One by one. No one understands what i go through on a day to day basis. They look at me and say oh he has the perfect life. He has the perfect girl, the perfect looks, the perfect house, he just has everything. Well i dont. I dont have the one thing that i need the most. I dont have happiness. Oh well life isnt fair….. but than again when is anything really fair?
