I really can’t remember a time like that. I honestly can’t. I know I’ve had some but none come to mind anymore. Feeling different looks like people caring. Transferring schools was a good thing I guess. I have a few sort of friends for the first time in years. My parents seem to care even less. I’m in my bedroom listening to my mom talk shit on me again.
I don’t even know. I’m so exhausted from hurting all of the time. I just don’t see anything that’s worth it anymore. I’ll more than likely kill myself before I’m twenty so I don’t get why I try at all in anything. None of it will matter in the end.