All my fault?
All the bullying I had to take, every single year... was it really all my fault?
I MAKE people bully me according to two people. Is it because my view on the world is different than the ones of all those imbeciles bullying me? Is it because I want to be free and dress the way I like? No, it's something in the way I act. Because I already had bullies bullying me when I was 4. What did I ever do wrong to deserve that? I could have turned into a happy teen. But no, everything has made me the depressing person I am now. Should I apologize to the bullies for making them want to bully me?! There's no way in fucking hell I'm doing that!
People like me shouldn't be born. People like me should just die. Since living would only be honey for the wasps who bully.
The only thing that keeps me walking is the thought I'd become a mangaka one day, whose stories are loved, my cats and my friends, in Real Life and on Kuro FB crack. If it weren't for them, if I were to lose them I would become but a living corpse. Nothing more, nothing less. But who the hell would want to be friends with a person like me? I 'm just troubling the people I care about. Perhaps I could be friends with ghosts? At least they wouldn't be troubled by bullies. Then again, I'll be scared of them, probably.
I MAKE people bully me according to two people. Is it because my view on the world is different than the ones of all those imbeciles bullying me? Is it because I want to be free and dress the way I like? No, it's something in the way I act. Because I already had bullies bullying me when I was 4. What did I ever do wrong to deserve that? I could have turned into a happy teen. But no, everything has made me the depressing person I am now. Should I apologize to the bullies for making them want to bully me?! There's no way in fucking hell I'm doing that!
People like me shouldn't be born. People like me should just die. Since living would only be honey for the wasps who bully.
The only thing that keeps me walking is the thought I'd become a mangaka one day, whose stories are loved, my cats and my friends, in Real Life and on Kuro FB crack. If it weren't for them, if I were to lose them I would become but a living corpse. Nothing more, nothing less. But who the hell would want to be friends with a person like me? I 'm just troubling the people I care about. Perhaps I could be friends with ghosts? At least they wouldn't be troubled by bullies. Then again, I'll be scared of them, probably.