once upon a time
there was this young girl
she, in her opinion, was ugly, fat, and incredibly stupid.

her friends told her
that she was beautiful.
her valentine told her
that she was beautiful.
everyone, except the person that really mattered to her,
thought that she was beautiful.

this young woman,
with a dread in her heart
that she would never be loved,
was very distressed.

she cut her wrists.

infact, she cut more than her wrists.

she cut her legs.

she cut her arms.

she cut almost everywhere imagineable.

until one day,
she couldn't take it anymore.

this young woman killed herself.
she died at the age of 12.

f**king hormones.

..eh?

thats just not right </3 [the stuff towards the end]

---> Writing ?

isn't that just fantabulous?

can you please try to put your topics in the right areas and cheer up? this "i'm lonely and depressed" nonsense isn't very attractive. if you keep this up you're probably going to stay lonely.

why continue to stew in your own despair? might as well try to be happy or do something productive.

well, i am quite sorry, miss. i am just writing what i feel like writing at the momment, and at the momment i don't feel quite well.

no one is exactly forcing you to read these. and i couldn't care less if you didn't.

i didn't ask for your 2-bits in things.

uhm, well, i'm sorry?? i guess, iunno. i didn't mean to bother you.

(btw, i'm not like this all the time)