When I was twelve.
I was one depressed mother fucker, I'll tell ya.. It's just so funny because I was twelve! Back then, I wrote alot of things down. . . Once I walked home from school. Clear across town. Here's what I wrote when I walked...
"Do I really want to end it just like that? What other choices do I have? I'm 12 years old and they want to lock me up. I'm 12 years old and I'm going to commit suicide. This was my plan. This is why I wanted to go "home". YOU DON'T CARE! NO ONE DOES!"
I'm guess I assumed I'd be dead by the time someone read it. But, you know, I'm not. xD;
Funnily enough, all I freakin listened to during that time was Getting Away with Murder.
It's a wonder I didn't go a just slaughter everyone who pissed me off.
Nope, I smiled and pretended everything was okay!
That's what I always do really. Know why? Cause it sucks being depressed all the god damn time! xD
Which reminds me of Mrs. Smith. She had a death over the weekend. I basically did too. Well, she's going off on everyone. I'm smiling and acting all happy! Even with the zillion unwanted hugs a day!
That's the first thing anyone did to me today.
I got to school and bam! Some dude hugged me.
Stop it, stupid! >_<