Have a Look at my Thoughts
August 17th, 2016
I made up my mind and I'm NOT sorry. I'm not sorry because you don't understand, you never did, and you never will... It'd be a waste of time to try to understand anyways. Don't come to my grave and say you cared though, because if you cared ENOUGH, then maybe I'd still be alive.
I'm not sorry because I shouldn't be. Nobody knew the real me and nobody even tried to get to know the real me. You probably knew the fake me though... You know, where, apparently, I did everything just for fuckin attention. Where I, apparently, cried "rape" every time my slutty-self had sex with someone... The fake me apparently lied about the rapes and bullying and I cheated on people. I guess my life was just one big, fat joke to everyone. Although, I thought jokes were supposed to be funny... I didn't (and still don't) think it was very funny. But, what I think will be funny, is if, at my funeral, a bunch of people who treated me like shit, decide to show up. That, by itself, will be absolutely hilarious!
Honestly, my life already started to end at 12 years old... I'm not EVER going to be okay so stop trying to help. Being alive is painful for me so when I'm dead, you'll know that I'm no longer in any pain.
Now, remember, don't try to understand me because, trust me, you won't. I'm not sorry... I'm almost thankful. "Thank you," to those of you who helped make my life a living HELL... It was greatly appreciated.
