i cant stand people... in English we were talking about sylvia plath and how she attempted suicide her junior year... and Jesse was like "how do you ATTEMPT suicide?" so i reply, "when you try to kill yourself but dont succeed" JEsse: "yea you have a lot of history with that dont you" in front of the class. i mean how would you feel if you were running away from your past and trying to start over but everytime you try and asshole reminds you of all your past hurt. they have no idea of why i tried to die before and they dont even bother to ask. they just let poison words fly from their mouths without a second thought know that it will hurt me but they just dont care. they dont even know about the things ive had to deal with in my past. they just dont care. so why do i care what they think? its in my nature. i LISTEN. i Care. its what i do and it always winds up hurting me. but i cant help it. i put up this hard exterior but sometimes it cracks a little and some of the hurtful things leak through.