386. “I feel like I don’t have the right to be depressed when so many people have it worse.” – Anonymous
SERIOUSLY I’M GOING TO THROW THIS PHONE THROUGH THE WALL.
You know what? I am mad. Mad at you. I’m mad and I deserve to be.
Because I’ve actually been through my parents divorce, unlike you. And I’ve been through a breakup with the love of my life at the time, unlike you. And I’ve been turned down for jobs, unlike you. And I’ve been turned down for the program I’ve loved since 8th grade: PEER, unlike you. So don’t complain to me about your sad life and your boo-hoos about the show. I’ve been through way more shit than you. You don’t know how it feels to want to die. You don’t. So don’t say life is pointless. IT’S NOT. DON’T TELL ME HOW TERRIBLE THIS IS. YOU JUST DON’T KNOW.
Do you even see how many people tweeted and facebook’ed you a happy birthday? You think I got that? NO. SO STOP COMPLAINING. EVEN I DON’T HAVE ONLY CHILD SYNDROME THIS BAD.
This is the second dream in a row I’ve had where we kiss and date happily ever after.
But this one seemed so real. It was like it really could happen. This is like freshmen year all over again, when I though I actually I had a shot. But you choose her, and probably always will.
I just can’t keep thinking about the whatif’s where I end up as yours. And this has lasted my entire highschool career.
I really wish I could let you go. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,
