I'm falling...

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??? WHY IS IT THAT I AM AT THE RECEIVING END OF YOUR ANGER? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG IN THE FIRST PLACE! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME, DON'T SHUN ME AWAY! TALK TO ME INSTEAD. THE TRUTH IS PAINFUL, I KNOW, BUT I'M WILLING TO LISTEN AND CHANGE IF YOU FIND THAT THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY WAYS. DON'T SAY EVERYTHING'S OKAY WHEN YOU KNOW THEY'RE NOT.

ONE MORE PAIN INFLICTED ON MY EMOTIONS, I MIGHT END UP SLITTING MY WRISTS.

IF YOU SEE ME HOLDING A GUN IN YOUR FACE, IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER.

I HATE THE FACT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS EVERYDAY. JUST BECAUSE I'M THE YOUNGEST, IT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO BE TREATED THAT WAY. LIKE SOME EMOTIONLESS ROBOT I CHANGE WHEN IT COMES TO FUNERALS OR WEDDINGS. I HAVE FEELINGS TOO, IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW. WHY DO YOU TREAT LIKE I'M SOME IMMATURE CHILD AND THAT I WAS BORN SO STUPID TO COMPREHEND SIMPLE THINGS YOU TELL ME TO DO?

I HATE THE WORD *WHY* SO MUCH.

*Bluesy* out!

P/S: I probably wouldn't hold up a gun in your face. I'm just saying it because it's what I learnt in Psychology that relates to me. I can't refrain myself from crying as I type. I was looking at my wrists, contemplating slitting them, only to tell myself that I can't because my hands are the only favourite part of my body and I can't afford to do something stupid like that. I don't want to talk to anyone already. I might just hurt their feelings without me knowing it, until they start *throwing acid* to my face. I should be fine. If not, don't bother consoling me. I will make it on my own. If I'm beyond redemption, then please save me.