I’m currently in a completely unnatural and disturbing state of sadness right now. I literally feel like I can’t even blink. There’s so much I want to say because I really need to talk about what happened in hope that I’ll feel better, but at the same time I don’t want to because it won’t solve anything.
It won’t make the people I dislike go away. It won’t make anyone listen to me any more than they already don’t. What’s the point of doing anything anymore.
I know I’m not crazy, I know my reasons are legitimate. I wish I could be taken more seriously sometimes. I thought I was being serious enough when I ran that blade across my arms. But I guess it’s still not good enough.