Sick of It

You don't have to read this part. Just me expressing my emotions. >.<

I’m sick of being the only one in my family who feels this way. And I’m sick of being alone. And I’m sick of my family, my friends, my life. I hate everything. And I don’t know why. The feeling rises like a snake in my chest, it’s venom poisoning my soul. I don’t know the antidote, and I don’t know how to stop it. I just wish somebody would save me, if life’s worth living anymore. It probably isn’t, and nobody will come.
So let me die alone, like I’ve always been.
Let me die feeling nothing but pain, sadness, and anger. Let me fade away without leaving my mark in this world, without tasting the deliciousness of it’s fruits. I hope you’re happy now, look at what you’ve done. I’m this way because of you, because you decided that your life had to be mine, and that I don’t have emotions.
That I don’t cry because of you.
You’re so close-minded, something we don’t share; you can never accept new things. Not ever. New is bad to you, and what I want has to be what you want or it isn’t right. Right? I can’t understand why you just can’t leave me alone, let me be myself. Or is being myself not right for you either? You don’t trust me, and you don’t think I can accomplish my dreams.
Thanks a lot for NOTHING!
Thanks for the support you NEVER gave, unless it was something you thought was good, not caring about the amount of effort given into the less-than-perfect things I’ve accomplished.
Thanks a lot for being a bitch, and for pissing me off. You’ve done this to me, and I hope you’re happy.
Cause when I’m gone, I’m gone. And I ain’t coming back.
Ever.