Y'know when your not angry or sad or upset, your just tired? When you want to just stay and bed and not give a fuck about anything or anyone? I'm getting like that again and I haven't been this bad in over a year. I haven't cut myself in six months, but the thought is so often coming up in my head again. The stupid fuckers who just critize EVERYTHING. Call you emo or a attention whore for talking about crying or being in pain. I just want to stab them all through the neck. The society built upon not rising, but knocking those around you down so you look higher up. You really aren't fucking NO WHERE! Before when you cut yourself it was either looked upon as disturbed or sucidial. People got worried, and even if it was forced kindness it was still kindness. Now if you cut yourself people laugh and make fun of you. Is it so funny to be in pain? If I shot myself in the head would you even blink a tear? no, how can you call yourself a human being? Even th stupid emo followers with no clue and no sense who cut themselves is it really so funny that they don't know what to do? and even if they want attention so what? why is it considered a joke now to want to kill yourself? I don't understand where this coldness and disreguard for basic human compassion came from. I slash little red angry marks into my skin not for attention I don't even think about the scars they'll leave it's the fusteration of living the bitter satisfation of tearing something about and seeing the shreds of skin pouring blood. seeing something, CREATING something as broken as I feel inside. Please laugh, please fucking laugh has pain really become so cliche'? It's existed since the beginning of time. Sucides have been around since man has existed. Doesn't this sadded anyone? Does no one see the torment born in every man's heart, the struggle with the very fact that we're alive? For those fuckers no. Progress isn't important to them, de-evolution is the only result coming. No one will face and acknowledge that it's always there underneath everything waiting twisting beneath. Does no one care? and even those who would is there no answer? Everyone is clawing at the truth that so cautiously protected, attacking from all sides it's just sitting safely inside smiling and laughing at us for even trying. what then is the purpose? where lies the value?