Fuck all of you. You know I'm sensitive. You know one word can fuck up my whole day. And you've done it. Again. Just leave me alone. I'm sad and depressed and furious and resentful, so the last thing I want is an insult. Shut your mouths. And your snickering. Seven days and counting. I would be fine if I never spoke to you again. More than fine. Happy.
I'm separate from all of you. I don't need you, any of you. Stop looking at me. Stop. Looking. At. Me.
STOP.
"Mama. I don't wanna die, but sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all."
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