She doesnt even know me, and I know that shes just saying that because she's mean and angry. But I can't help but feeling upset.
I deal with so much shit each day. From trying to keep a friend from turning into an alcoholic, to my parents yelling at me about everything, to the thoughts in my own head.
I'm brave enough to not kill myself, because I know there are people out there who love me, and I would hurt them if I was no longer here. But I can't help but wonder if with everything I'm trying to do, if I actually mean a lot to people, or am I just another fun face in the crowd of friends.
I'm walking on fragile ground, and it doesnt take much to push me off. I thought life was good because I finally came to terms with someone from my elementary school, and now we're talking again. But now I wonder if I can ever not be the person that gets torn apart by others for no reason.
(x-posted on my lj)