Sunday, 18 September 2011
11:44:36 PM (GMT)
I dont want your bullshit lives piling onto my own.
i don't want you coming to me for help.
i don't want you asking me how to stop drinking or cutting.
i dont want you asking me weather to smoke or not.
i dont want you coming to me with relashionship shit.
i dont want you oming to me with petty bullshit that you cant overlook.
i dont want you coming to me with your fucking perfect lives.
i dont want you asking me for ideas, help, or anything.
because i cut.
i dont do relationships.
im only fucking fourteen.
i have issues at home
and in friend life
i have fucking no life
sure. call me perfect. call me flawless.
those two words are lies created by a liar.
and your just spreading them.
fine, call me beaqutiful, tell me not to worry.
i'll worry when my fucking mothers boyfriend tries touching me again.
when he is throwing dishes at us.
doing crack and speed in our house.
smashing his fists against my bedroom door.
tell me i have the perfect friends.
when all they do is smoke cut whine and bitch drink and party, and then go home and
whine to their parents for gifts or money.
tell me what i am.
ill observe you, then right back in your fucking face, i'll tell you what you are.