Thread:Ragna the Bloodedge/@comment-10544474-20140523135119

Thanks. It's nice to know how it feels to be considered to the rest of the population sometimes, you know? You have the ones that are willing to protect, you have the ones that need protecting, and you have all these different types of classes; thanks for putting me in the class that belongs in the trash. I know my mistakes, but do you really think that I have forgiven myself at this point? Every day of this life, I go through hell. Memories come flooding back to me and it hurts so much. The pain's unbearable and I end up crying at times. I've tried hiding myself in others, but the pain keeps coming back. I throw myself with the dirt of the internet, and still. The memories keep pushing back into me. I know that I'm despised. I know that no one cares. But do you have to go so far? I'm not strong; I'm only weak. My arms are fragile, my heart weak, but no matter, it's all just a lie. I live a lie. A lie that keeps the world spinning for me. A lie that makes me into an immature brat. A brat with no care in the world, and no heart to comfort others. Immaturity is what stains me. It keeps me going from what you all say. That's why you hate me. I can't change my feelings now, but the least I can do is try. But, who cares? Who will look at me differently? Who will pat me on the back and say good job or just give a complement. No one. I'm alone, and sometimes I wish, I wish I wasn't. So go on, keep on thinking I'm just trash, an immature brat, just a dumbass overall. Because that's what I am. A lie tells the truth.

~May 23, 2014: 6:51 AM~PST~ 