I'm In The Middle Of Waiting For Humanity To Kick The Bucket - Can I Get Back To You On That?

Everyday, in every way, someone else has to throw in my face that i'm not worth a pile of crap.

my friend mouse yelled at me because i didn't care for a game of soccer we were having in gym class.

the entire period after that, i walked in circles around the gym.

my friend *insert name here* kept asking me what my additude problem was, and where the heck it came from, to use his words.

i wanted to tell him so that the me he knew wasn't the real me; it was a facade that i put on when i walk the school's empty halls.

i almost wish it was the real me - maybe then i wouldn't feel so alone.

but then i recall all the things i have done, and i sink deeper into my shell of despair.

no one in this world gives a flaming damn aboot me.

'Cept you guys.

YOU people are the only people i can trust, it seems. i've told you almost everything about myself.

YOU were there when Wilson died.

YOU were there when my 'rents got rid of my cat.

i love you people (no homo, though, 'kay? not saying i'm against it, but i just don't roll that way).

~Jink the depressed