I'm so fucking tired. I'm always so tired. Today I had to bite myself to stop me from breaking into tears in the middle of class. I don't know how I did it for so long. I don't know how I ran around and laughed with friends and pretended to be someone else.
I just want to stand up on a table and shout, " THIS IS NOT ME! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I AM NOTHING BUT A BALL OF HURT AND CONFUSION? HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE????"
But when I am asked if I am okay, I always say yes. I can't do this anymore. I can't handle being alive. I can't handle growing up. I'm too weak for this world.
