I’m just so emotionally, physically, and mentally weak.
Wow, my “sisters”.
They’re out there laughing at me telling me to “get a life”. They think all this is because of a stupid charger, but its not.
I’ve been so fed up with all their shit. So tired of the way they treat me.
There they are, in their cozy little room laughing at me. And yet I’m here, in my own with scars already making its way onto my arm. They think this is all a joke. That I’m all words and no action. But what am I doing now? They’ll never know. No one will. They’re all so clueless.
But then again, this is all of their faults. And even so, mine.
So while you all stay there laughing at me for how “over acting” I’m being, here I am. Locked in a room with blood on my hands. I hope you’re happy Nelle.
I just want to die. So fucking bad.