Bad Days Or Good Days

I wasn't feeling well.

Okay, another day, this is fine. I don’t know, I don’t know what it is I don’t know. I just know there is something missing, something important. I feel really empty. I wish I could just stop, I don’t know what I’d be stopping it what it is I wish to stop I just want it to stop. I don’t know what to think sometimes. Today isn’t the worst day, I’ve had better days. I can’t stand going to school and missing all the people that were so horrible to me, missing all the people that lied and said they cared after I became a f*****g class subject for anti bullying. I wish I hadn’t told my mom, even if I felt the way I did, it would have gone back to normal eventually. I am invisible. I am in pieces, but I want to pretend to be whole so that maybe one day I’ll actually feel it. I miss VVV, I miss VVV, I miss VVV. He was my best friend, things just aren’t the same after I left. I miss MMM, she was one of the ones who refused to believe the things said about me. I have days where I’m extremely happy and talkative, I have days where I want to isolate myself and cry. I can’t do anything. Mental illness is a trend, let’s be f*****g trendy.