No. I am done.

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I don't care if anyone one says that all I say now isn't true.

It all is.

No one cares.

No one would care enough. If I dropped off the face of the earth, nothing would be different.

I know it's stupid to cry about small things but, I cry at everything.
I cry about being alone. I cry when I am alone.

Voices in my head eat me. It doesn't help they say things even worse.
Heck, anything I could do to make them STOP,

is nothing. They are always there and are eating me alive.
One small word said could make me cry for hours on end. Physically and mentally.

My one friend who has only met me over Skype, he says I have depression. And, he tries to talk to me at times.

Except, we dont talk very much anymore.

A little bit ago, I found a friend or two that I haven't recognized nor seen for two months.
She didn't recognize me.

It hurts me when... Anything happens. Im tired of every crap peopld in real life say to me. And, it's not even school. It's in my own house.

Im an idiot. Im stupid. Im not wanted around.

I escape to the internet to talk to people that actually WANT me there. That WANT to talk to me. That think I AM amazing.

But right when I have ti leave, I can't bear anything anymore.

I don't want to have to go through this all the time anymore.














I'm done.

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