Gah

People sicken me. They complain about the smallest things. Everyone I know, they complain about the smallest things. The trivial things that only they may actually care about. My life is not that great, I keep quiet about it. I have to hide bruises, I am afraid every day. I don't care. It is life to me. Whatever. I don't want attention or anything. Everything that happens to me is not nearly as bad as it could be even though I get abused by people close to me all the time. All I want you all to do is think. It could be worse. Trust me