Talk:Kick/@comment-5463410-20130506041501

I can't deal with this frickin' crap anymore. Don't blame anyone. Just don't even speak about it. I've had a hard enough week, and it's been stressful. I'm a seventh grader who is expected to act like a mature adult every second of their life. Well I can't do that. I'm a kid. Kids should not be having suicidal thoughts. Girl in my school? Cutter. My teacher's daughter? Cutter and commiter. Me next week if life doesn't start to be nice to me? Commiter. You don't want that, do you? Maybe you do. Maybe every has pretended to like me this whole time. Maybe I can't trust anyone in life and should end it in the shortest and most painful way.

At least I have one person in my life that can make me smile, and he's a 21 year old who lives in Beverly Hills.

I hope the odds are never in anyone's favour.

Goodbye. 😐