Just because I laugh and I smile doesn’t mean that I am happy, it might mean that I smile because when I do nobody asks questions and that when I laugh, you assume everythings is alright. I don’t spoil anybody’s day, and no one knows how I feel but me. What I feel like yelling at the top of my lungs and crying my heart out, I might just go into my room and use music to drown out my thoughts. When you say something to me that is terribly insensitive, and makes me want to explain to you because you don’t understand, I don’t and I just ignore you, bercuse I could pour out my heart and you would laugh and think it’s a joke, and not stop, never stop, becuse you just don’t get it. I’m not selfish. I just want one person to get how I feel, to accept me for exactly who I am and still love me. I’m sick of talking to people who aren’t listening. I hurt myself becuse I’m hurting, and what you are doing is hurting me more, and because I have nowhere else to go, and I feel that I can’t do anything else. I hurt myself because sometimes you make me feel worthless, and I don’t know why I should stop because you keep making me feel this way. You never change. I keep this all to myself, and its fine. No one wants to know the truth, and they’re content believing a lie. I’m not ok. I’m not ok. I hate when you say these things. I wanted to die once because of all this. It’s not a joke. I don’t know what else to say.