by shade. » Mon Jun 16, 2014 1:22 pm
Crappy. Terrible. Worthless. Irritating. Mean. Fat. Over-exuberant. Stupid. Idiotic. Weird. Tiring. Over-reactive. Spoiled. Bratty.
These describe me. They are me.
Ugh. I was so happy. I am so happy sometimes. But then a idiot comes along and makes me feel like this, or more often, I make me feel like this. And I shouldn't, because I have a great life. Better than anyone else I know. My parents are nicer. I have more money, more privileges. Boy, people tell me that all the time.
But
I feel
horrible.
Because
I am
horrible.
Guilty, I feel so guilty. I should be happy-happier than most! But no, I want to be gone. To fall asleep forever. And for what reason? Because my life is great? Well, for some reason, I'm just this little stupid girl that can't even handle the stress of one test. This ugly girl that has scars on her skin.
Why, why I say? Why do my friends have to deal with me? Why do I have to care about my friends so much? Sure, it makes me a good friend, but their emotions are mine. If they're angry, I end up angry. If they're sad, I'm even more sad than them.
And because I'm sad about one thing or another, they have to deal with that. My best friend has to deal with me near-tears during sleepovers. Because I can't handle my easy life.
Now, now I feel terrible. Absolutely terrible. for doing that to them. Yeah, yeah I know you'll tell me their emotions don't matter as much as mine, but they do. They make me want to live. They make me who I am and how I think. They make me me. I'm not going to leave them because they might be mean to me. I am NOT better than them. Because without them, I am nothing! So don't give that as advice, because that's not advice, that's suicide.
They say it's fine, my friends, but I know I make them feel bad. Oh, I know I do. And so it just makes me more guilty, because they don't need this in their lives. Some of them are actually in bad situations and are suffering with their own depression.
And I shouldn't care, I shouldn't worry. I got a 97% and 98% on my reading and math state tests or whatever their called. And I cried. I can't stand for anything but perfection.
And like, when I didn't sit at my seat at the dinner table, I cried.
I know it's stupid-I'm stupid. But so many little things like that, so many things that would just be everyday to most people, to people that should be sad according to me, aren't. And then I am. And I'm just so stupid and spoiled and bratty and idiotic.
I just can't.. I can't do this anymore.
she/them
writing is everything
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