You know what, I am fucking done with life.

Just because of a sleepover, my parents think I'm a slut and a whore.

I mean like, what the fuck?!

Hello? Do you need to get your ears or eyes checked? No? Then get the fuck outta here before I grab a knife and stab everyone like the crazy bitch I am.

They srsly wanna kill me themselves, for something that I am not. I ain't anything they say, I have no fucking experience either, because why the fuck not?

If my friend doesn't answer one call and say yes, then I'll fucking go kill myself, I'm not needed in this world, I get it.

This ain't a joke, and if you think this is, well, you're fucked up.

You think this is childish? You think I'm weak? Yes, everything you say is true. I'm done, okay?

I'm just done.

That phone call will decide every fucking thing now.

I don't even care anymore.

If I'm still alive, I'll fucking kill myself some other day. Because I can't live with a label.

It's just so easy.

So, see ya, world.