Mental Breakdown

I can't deal. So many things have happened in such a small period of time and most happens in my head.

I've had so many weird dreams latlely. A couple nights ago I dreamt that some eighth grade boys sexually harrased me, and I can't remember what I dreamt of actually, but it was so freaky. They weren't nightmares though. I'd rather have nightmares than dreams like these.

The other day, my 'friend' Skylar (I don't really like her to be honest) posted a picture and then her boyfriend, who is ugly and annoying and comments on every damn post, ones that she posts on others wall, or things having nothing to do with him.

I'm just saying it annoys me. And then Leo, a boy I went to school with in 6th grade, totally agreed with me. Ricardo (the boyfriend) was really stupid about it, and said he wasn't asking for help in his relationship. Hell? I wasn't giving help. I was just saying that it annoys me. He said 'nobody asked.' I mean, the hell? Fourth grade much?

Anyways, in short everyone was being basic and I deleted Skylar, and blocked Ricardo. While I was at it, I deleted everyone I talked to in person, because I hate everyone. I kept people I don't talk to, ironic much? I don't like them, but I don't pretend to anyways. If that makes sense.

Also, yesterday I looked in the mirror and screamed. I mean, flat-out screamed. Mind you, I was never under an illusion that I was pretty. But what I say was an empty mummy, and I'm not joking. I looked dead and evil.

I am dead and evil.

After then, I ran to get my blade but it was too blunt. I turned to matchsticks but I felt nothing. I hit myself and I could hear the impact of my blows but I couldn't feel. I sat down and started crying, and walked around the house with puffy eyes.

Did anyone care?

No.

Emily Anonymous, believe me they don't. I've tried flaunting it in their faces but they simply disregard what I say.