I'm sorry. But it's the truth. I'm tired of being pushed around for being who I am. I'm done with it.
I literally coming home from crying and being stressed. I don't get to see my friends until morning and afternoon.
I'm pretty sure, most of my teachers hate me. Because I learn a lot differently than everyone else. I come up with problems differently.
I don't like how I look, but I don't tell anyone. Sometimes, I pretend I'm happy, just so, they don't have to worry about me.
I don't tell you guys how to live your life. If you ever needed to be talked to. I'll always be there.
There is always going to be a time, where I need a break from here, because I don't want to be stressed or depressed, while I type.
Gerard Way in a skirt is great.
