#noamo

I’m done. I can’t deal with this. I can’t take this. I’m threw. I’m being treated like a criminal and my only source of happiness, joy, relaxation, and comfort is being completely taken away. I didn’t do anything at all. Oh and the best part was when you called me fat. I just loved that. So not only am I useless, a burden, a screw-up, but now your calling me fat and treating me like I’m something that deserves to be locked in a cage. You can’t apparently trust me now because I talk to people who you don’t know? Everyone on tumblr is a rapist and so is everyone on the internet? They aren’t real people? They aren’t my friends? They can’t help me? You know what’s best for me and everything you say is nothing but the truth? You know everything because mother knows best and all? Wow….what a lie that is. You didn’t know I use to self harm. You didn’t  know I attempted suicide once nor do you know I contemplate it from time to time. You don’t know how much I cry. You don’t know what goes threw my mind, the hell that I go threw all the time. You don’t understand. You don’t understand me. You don’t always know what is best. You don’t even know me or at least more than half of me or my story. You don’t know what’s wrong with me. What is bothering me. You don’t get it. You don’t. Nor will you ever. And now you’re making things worse. You’re making me hate myself more as if I don’t hate myself enough the way it is. Your making me feel like me exists is pointless. You’re taking away the thing that keeps me sane and happy. You’re hurting me. You’re crushing me. And I can’t take it.