I'm the quiet type. Most people don't even acknowledge my existance, which is all the better for my problems. If no one sees, then no one's going to care if I hurt myself. Who gives a damn about me anyways? I like being alone. I probably have a few friends, maybe even one or two close friends, but they most likely don't know about my problems, or if they do, they aren't doing anything about it. I'm a dark abuser. I don't care anymore, because no one cares about Me. I've just decided to tell them all to go to hell. I'm stuck in my rut, and I like it that way. Not only do I not want help, but I'll flat out refuse it. If I'm forced to go, I'll probably just sit down, cross my arms, and stare at the tiles in the ceiling and give monotone answers. People DO care about me, whether I want to admit it or not. But no one has a chance to help me, because I won't let anyone in.
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Human Nature
Anyone can say anything just because they can. People lie because they can. They'll do anything because they have the smallest whim to. It's human nature.
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