Dear person I am inside,
This summer has been crap. I just wanted to let you know that. I wish the pit in my stomach would go away, but I don’t think it ever will. This week just served to push everything over the edge. I HATE LIFE right now. The only thing keeping me going is that I know suicide is never the answer, but it would stop the pain, wouldn’t it? What’s worse is everyone thinks I’m ok. NEWS FLASH: I’m not. Open your freaking eyes and see something that doesn’t involve you! God, I hate people.
This might sound dramatic, but how will I ever get over this crappy summer. I’ve been chewed up and puked out and then my heart ripped from my chest and sewed back in without anesthesia. Fun? I don’t think so! Thank you, everyone, for caring…not. I just wish someone would notice me, just anyone ask me how I really am and care enough to know the person I am inside. Please someday will I have that? I wish I could say I still believe that…I but my trust that everything will turn out okay or that anyone cares is slowly fading away.
Until then,
The person everyone sees outside
I know exactly how you feel, cause this is how I feel…crappy summer and all! No lie!