(Don't worry, I'm okay now :3) Alright. I hate everything. My parents don't know I can hear them fighting. My room is above theirs. I want to cry. I'm genuinely done. I wish they would get along. I wish I could comfort my mom. I hope they can work it out. This happens a lot. Why am I telling people on the internet what's going on in my life? Because the people in my *real* life would try too hard to comfort me or they would yell at me for worrying or think I'm stupid for worrying. ... I want to tell someone. Not about the parents thing. About. About something. I can't put it into words. I don't want Scratch to block this account for saying stuff like it. Or this, really. But I've thought about it before. I'll never do it, I'm both too scared and genuinely don't *want* to. But I've thought about it. I feel like they'd say stuff like; "There were no signs she was like this!" As I tell people 'man I really hate my life' and make jokes about it. They brush it off because it's a *joke*. "She was always so positive though!" Tired. Grumpy. Snapping back at people. Staring off into the distance constantly. Not being fully present. Always slightly insane. "She should have told us!" And yet you *lectured* me when I was crying because something inside me wanted to k1ll everyone. Because telling you I want to do *this* wouldn't have gotten me the same thing. "But she had such a good life!" Oh man I did *not*. Half of my friends didn't really acknowledge each other, but we tolerated each other since we were *rejects*. Never popular, naturally large, lots of acne, natural ugliness, hiding in my room so I didn't have to talk to anyone. I put an image in a hidden sprite inside the project I guess. Might as well get a little face reveal for those who give a f---. I'll guess I will end up unsharing this project because I think I'm being petty and self-absorbed with it. But yay. I have a crappy life without having a crappy life.
