Sorry.

She said she is "sorry" about what she did because she feels shitty.
My mom told me to be nicer because she feel suck and sorry.
I was cool and knew ill be just like always until I've got the apologize.

What my mom said that's shell write a letter.

I've got simple, two sentences, Facebook message.

"Dvash*, I wanted to tell you the I'm really sorry I've told to XXX^. Sorry, maya."

* my name ^name of some guy.

Because of this ill put the song "Are you happy now?" In school.
I wanted to put I'm not okay, but MCR probably dont be excepted by the teachers.

I can't live anymore.
Because I'm not.
I'm dead, from inside.
I lie and hide the things I want to tell the most.
I always think that in middle school it'll be trouble.
So what if I'm friendly? No people that would understand me.

I'll "live" between everything that I don't believe in.
I'll be the one who will get great grades without to prepare because ill listen to the teacher while drawing on the back seats.

I'll burst tears while the other side burst laughs.


Today I've threw everything that was il me.
Huge step.
But now I'll have new start, the start I've wanted.
To be like what I love.
If ill have straight hair it could make a difference (I can feel the messy bangs that ill sweep to the left on my forehead already) and I can to wear band shirts I made by myself, and I can do everything.
I can straighten it, I'm preferring to not.

For now I can start.
Band shirts, and I'll wear them so my wrist will be exposed, those scars help me somehow.


So tomorrow school.
And tomorrow sports, it'll be fun. Winning over and over with hate.



I don't really believe I'm sharing my mind almost a year.
On the 9th it's the official anniversary of me blogging.

Byes