I don’t know why I even bother opening my mouth. You back stabbing, son of bitches: fuck you all. Well you’ve all finally done it; I admit I have depression. I admit there are more times I’d rather sink in a hole and stay there than to be on the surface with you assholes. Maybe I shouldn’t have hoped to come out of the hospital so soon…I felt more welcomed in a god damned hospital.
I can’t make any of you people happy, can I? I worry myself to death over, and you could care less what it does to me. As long as you get your piece of it, you’re fine. Whatever. I know I’m not a perfect person and I never claimed to be one. I make mistakes, I screw up, I forget, I slip up, and sometimes I make big mistakes. Y’know what? IT HAPPENS. I’m sorry I’m human and that’s what we all do. But don’t sit up on your god damned pedestal and make yourself out to be some elite God. Fuck you.
Don’t judge and chastise me for who I am. I’m trying to do my best for myself and apparently it’s not good enough for any of you. I’d like to see any of you be in my shoes and see how YOU all fair at it. Kiss my pale, white ass.