You sitting there thinking you’re not a big deal? Your feelings don’t matter? You are going to tell me you’re fine even though you’re dying inside? You’re going to tell me everything is okay just to keep me from worrying? You’re going to send cute little emojis to try and trick me into thinking you’re okay? You’re going to try and distract the person so that you can slit? So that you can damage yourself? You’re going to say everything is okay when you know damn well they’re tears down your eyes and you just hurt yourself 4 minutes ago? You’re going to tell me that I have nothing to worry about? You have the audacity to say that? You’re going to sit there thinking that people don’t care about you? You’re going to sit there thinking nobody cares about you? You’re going to sit there thinking it wouldn’t break anyone’s heart if you did this to yourself? You’re going to sit there and think that you don’t have a purpose? You’re really going to sit there and hurt yourself over something that isn’t going to last for a long time? You’re going to sit there and keep lying about your life and how you feel? You’re going to keep doing that and think I won’t catch on? You think that I’m going to let you slide, let you suffer and “be like everyone else”. I’m not. Nope. I’m not. Because I can read you like a book, and everything I’m saying is blunt because I know how you are. If someone didn’t care about you, they wouldn’t be typing so many signs for you. If someone didn’t care, they wouldn’t be sending messages constantly for you to stop. If someone was a chore, I would never do this. I would never sit here and type this entire questionare for you. I’m going to make you rethink everything, was it really worth it? Was it truly worth it? Did it even make a difference? Did it even reflect you good? You know it’s bad yet you still do it. Do you think it’s going to do you justice? It’s not, and it never will.