Frostblaze |
09-19-2016 08:21 PM |
Quote:
Originally Posted by Graystorm
(Post 589896)
I can't believe you're still here. I can't believe you're still trying to help. I'm sitting in the cafe at my school as everyone arrives from bus cause I get here early. Everyone is being greeted by their friends and I'm just sitting here scrunched up into my hoodie wanting to die. I hate life. I hate that my mom hated life. I hate myself.
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and i can't believe you'd think i'd be anywhere else. kid, i'm always going to be here. i'm always going to try to help. i'm going to do whatever i can, which isn't much, but if it means a lot to you, that's all that matters.
hey, it's okay not to have frens sometimes. it's the worst feeling in the world, but it's all right. if i was in that cafe, i'd rip your hoodie down and mess up your hair and hold your hands and get foods with you and make you laugh and talk to you about twenty one pilots and make you feel better. it actually physically hurts that i can't do that because i wish i could. is it all right if i pray for someone to do that for me?
sometimes i hate myself too. sometimes i can't stand to look in the mirror. i know what that's like. sometimes i feel ashamed that anyone's ever looked at me or talked to me or seen what i'm like. sometimes i can't bear to be in this town, to be with these people, to think "wow, this is how my teen years are going to be spent"... you're not alone. you won't always feel like that. i promise. someday you will wake up and realize you have everything you need and feel loved and alive and you will want to do everything. someday you will smile at the beautiful, adorable, perfect girl in the mirror. someday you will feel good about yourself, or at least like yourself a little bit.
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