Diary of a Kid

I'm so...angry right now.

And I know there's something wrong with me.

Because I'm at a mental point where, if you put a gun in my hand right now and asked me to kill them all, I would have no qualms doing that.

And that's a bit of an overreaction.

I'm high-strung. Tense. It's been like this a lot lately.

If you talked to me right now, like mom just did trying to support me through this drama, you would never know.

Total apathy.

But I'm raging inside.

And I hate the fact that people can get me this way.

Because having a reaction to something means that you care enough about that something to have a reaction to it.

And I'm trying to convince myself I don't care.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

Life was so much better as a hermit.

Me and a computer screen.

All I need, honestly.

Without that behaviour, I would have never gotten active on the internet. I would have never had real fun for the first time in ages. I would have never met you.

I don't know where I would be right now without you to talk to. Without you to listen.

In an emo ball somewhere with a gun in her hand.