Fuck everything.

Seriously.

No. Whatever that's happening is horrible. So horrible it's going to hurt everyone. I know it is. It's all going to end badly. And I don't want it to, so I want everything to stop. But, then again, I don't. The mutual feeling is nice, and getting butterflies from it is nice, but it's bad at the same time. Really, man? What brought this on so suddenly? What are we doing?

Fuck life,

Fuck my parents,

Fuck school,

Fuck most of the people in the world,

Fuck you.

Male. I honestly don't give a shit right now. I don't care how you feel towards what's going on. I already let you know that a lot was going on and I wasn't ready for anything. No. I don't need your help, I'm getting through it. And another thing, you don't say anything whenever I do try to let you in on my life. It's just, "Hmm. I don't know what to say." Then don't fucking ask? Sorry? And don't doubt me. It's pushing me away even more. Don't. Doubt. Me. I'd rather not be serious.

Parents. I wish you would kick me out already. I don't like being trapped. I don't like being pressured. I don't like anything that goes on in our home. Sorry to say this, I'm growing up. I'm growing up and sadly I'm not becoming what you wanted in a perfect daughter. I'm the complete opposite. But that's just how I am. Medicine isn't going to help me. No one thinks so.