this is a note for everyone who's anyone in this world to read. i just want everyone to know that i am done. i am done trying to get people to understand what is being thrown right at them. it isn't fair. i mean, every day i watch people get hurt and judged, and it isn't fair. turn it off already, people! it's old. and keeps getting old. i'm watching everyone i looked up to bending more and more every day. they are going to break, eventually. this goes for everything i've learned in life. this goes for all the people i've met. because once again, just shut up. stop saying things about me that you know aren't true. wow, you all think i'm a poser. well, when all i'm trying to do is have a better life, you're going to see a different side of me. that side is the real me. not that side that's afraid of everyone and everything around me. not the side that i doubt myself in and tell myself i'm no good and i'll never amount to anything. i like that other side, that only a few people get to see. that other side that's still not anywhere as close to being me. but i like that side better. if you don't like it, you can deal with it yourself. i know what you're probably thinking, that i'm asking for too much. that i have enough in life and don't deserve anymore. i know already that no one wants to hang out with me anyways. but if you want to get to know me, if you want to be my friend, if you want to support me, then you can try for yourself. because i'm done. i'm done trying to make my life better. i'm done trying to surround myself with people who care when most of them don't. you can try yourself. i'm sick. i'm sick of being labeled as something i'm not and never will be. i'm sick of living a life that i shouldn't deserve. i'm sick of people thinking they know everything about me when they don't even have the guts to prove it. don't get your facts from other people. i know my first impressions aren't the greatest but i believe in second chances. think about me! when have i ever had the guts to do anything. i'm sick of everything. leave me alone, give me space and get your hands out of my face. while you're not still suffocated, i'm constantly devastated just to stay alive. you have the choice to either stay where you are and keep trying, or just walk away. just stop pretending to know me and what i'm like. stop talking about my life and get one of your own.

just because i can't help anyone doesn't mean i shouldn't help anyone.