I hate knowing that nobody cares about me. Not a single person in this world. There's nobody out there for me, that will cure me, help me, only people that like pretending. People that like pretending to care. I used to think I had only one friend I could trust, one soulmate that would love me no matter what, at least one parent that I could talk to about my life, but now I don't even have them by my side. And it's only hurting me.
You won't need to ask what's causing these scars anymore.
I hate 'knowing the truth' sometimes.
Disclaimer
It is your choice whether or not to read this diary. The most I can ask is that you do not question me about it - I would rather not know if you have been reading it at all or even how you came to find it. Everything I have posted in this diary is what I had been thinking at the exact time I posted it. This diary is for me personally, and me alone. If I have written something you dislike: stop reading.
feel pain
paint me over
