You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.
What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel,
With my feet.
This song. Oh my god.
All the people that matter to me are worried about me, but I still hate myself. How can I hate myself when I have so many people talking about how they’re worried about me?
You’re controlling your own life, jamie. if you was in my school, you would be in the same year as me, year 11. I understand your situation. It happens here in england as well. But the thing is that people care about you. People do love you. We love you. Me, Josh, AZ, Tom, Ben, Amy, and your other friends like Tweak and Zim. We’re always by your side no matter how far away we are. We care about you, we worry for you, Thousands of miles they may be, You are affecting our lives in a positive way. There are people in Britain and Australia who, While you are sleeping, Talk about you with eachother about how they’re worrying about you. We want the best for you.
Ugh. I was just told that by a friend.
I don’t know what to do.
I really don’t.
anonymous peoples arguments would be so much more valid if they had the guts to admit them freely, without being anonymous