I have to go to this "party" tommorow. And im starting to get fucking anxiety. I haven't lost anything there, and if im going, its only to support my friend... who doesnt really need me there as much as she thinks.
I wonder if i should make up some lies... i havent been to a single gathering this year. I just keep telling that im depressed and tired.... well, its true but im starting to feel stupid because i refuse every time. And i dont want my friend to think i dont want to hang out with her.
And now i hate myself more than ever. Im freaking out over every little thing. Im afraid i might snap and stab someone with a fork or something, if they start asking questions.... always with the, "uu, why are you so quiet?"
Like... leave me alone. I am my poison and my prison, and i will be my own reaper.
I wonder if i should make up some lies... i havent been to a single gathering this year. I just keep telling that im depressed and tired.... well, its true but im starting to feel stupid because i refuse every time. And i dont want my friend to think i dont want to hang out with her.
And now i hate myself more than ever. Im freaking out over every little thing. Im afraid i might snap and stab someone with a fork or something, if they start asking questions.... always with the, "uu, why are you so quiet?"
Like... leave me alone. I am my poison and my prison, and i will be my own reaper.