This is on hiatus because I might add onto the story as time goes on. Ratted teen for self harm, suicidal thoughts/actions and detail of blood.
Script Singer is tired of life. So she has a chat with her demon as she reminds herself she has enough reasons to die.
I wrote this story because, lately I feel like everybody's against me. I don't care if people hate me or not, but it's been hurting me in some way. I felt like I could never let myself get over some things that have happened lately, and I don't know if I will, but I won't let it bother me too much...
I wrote this story to show that you shouldn't judge others, unless you know them. People have made fun of me because of my disability and my other personal struggles because they don't understand what it's like. They don't know me. They don't understand the things I do or say, because they won't give a chance to know why or get to know me. I've lost a few friends the past few months because of this, and it tears me apart and I can't help but blame myself... I don't like sounding like a mean person or a drama queen but people have given me that label so much lately, that who knows... maybe it's true... but I still refuse to accept that, and I'm trying to fix things, but you can't fix what's broken, unless they let you... so please, be kind to others, even if they sound like someone you shouldn't. Words can hurt in many ways, and can cause more harm than you intend...
