If you’ve never cried so hard you can’t breathe, you don’t understand.

If you’ve never had the desire to take a blade to your own skin, then you don’t understand.

If you don’t look around at objects during the day and imagine ways they could kill you, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never wanted to dig yourself a hole and die in it, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never looked in the mirror and cried at what you saw, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never been tormented by people for the way you are, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never feared or sobbed at the thought of going to school, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never starved yourself until you pass out, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never purposely thrown up your food until blood is all that is left, then you don’t understand.

If you’ve never been humiliated for who you do and shouldn’t love, then you don’t understand.

Don’t judge people if you don’t understand what they go through.

I was going into the bathroom today and there were a bunch of them talking about him.

*I walk in*

“He’s never been horrible to me.”

“He’s always so nice, I just don’t think he gets along with teachers…”

“Sometimes heis rude, but he’s cute! He used to call me Mel Tindleberry!”

*at this point I expect them to have an awkward silence as they know how nasty he is to me.*

I ask, “Who are you talking about?”

“Sean.”

“Well”, I say, “He isn’t nice to everyone. Infact, I don’t think I’ve met anyone at all who has been so horrible to me in my whole life, I have never had someone make me feel as shitty as he makes me feel. I don’t think I can say the amount of times he has just made me.. Cry…”

Yeah, that fucking shut them up!

*I leave the bathroom without doing whatever it was I was planning on*

They probably said some things about me after I left…

I need more to follow x 

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