andiecrafts

You are only good at making me feel bad. I never get to feel anything more than hurt with the extended periods I get to spend with you. I do not know whether you know that or not, but every time you hurt me, I get the impression that you just plainly hate me. Worse still is that every time I try to have a reason to stay far away from you, you never let me go. I do not know whether you just really hate me a lot to try and make me feel worse by not letting me free or whatsoever, but sometimes I just really wish you would kill me so that I will not have to suffer any more. But then I guess you hate me that much by not putting an end to my life, even if my existence meant a little discomfort on your part.

Why can you never appreciate me? I call you just to say that I am a Dean’s Lister, and yet what do I get? Congratulations? No. You are too good to congratulate me. All I get is a bloody “You might as well be blablabla…”. The most sad part about this is that no mnce more, and I feel so darn empty, I do not know what to do. I just want to die. Generally, that is what the Shackle is good at, and I guess I am letting her succeed again.

I am going to drink my asthma steroids then cry some more.

Goodye.