Love you too Smeggy.
And you bring up a good point. How, exactly, do i break this "I'm fine" cycle that i've carried from the age of 6? I'm fine. Joke. Laugh. I'm happy.
It's not as easy as letting go. God knows i've tried so many times over the years. Nothing i do works and i really have tried. I was even laughing (or atleast having a smirk on my face) when the psych was here last Tuesday talking about my death and suicide. That's why i believe they all think this is a joke. That i do it for attention. F*ck i promise i don't.
I can't speak my mind out of fear someone is going to post report me. I'm always the one in trouble. Always the one who f*cks up. Never the one who's provoked or slagged off.
What's the point?
I'm so tired. I just chose £170's worth of glasses (Prada - with bling bling on the side) and all i can think of is "I look f*cking ugly in them - disgusting fat cow". How i won't get much wear out of them, because by the time i've saved up, i might be gone.
I'm just talking to myself. Ignore me please.
And thankyou again for those who have supported me.
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