Sunday, March 12, 2006

hurt.

I make her depressed she said.

Because I'm so "gothic" according to her.
One of my FRIENDS gets depressed standing next to me because I'm so "goth".

"Screw this!"was the first thing that flew out of my mouth before storming off to go talk to someone else,who DOESN'T find me so depressing.

A little while later,SOMEONE stands in front of me,all pouty and say in a mock-sad cutesy voice"Diana makes me sad!"

I swear,this ruined the rest of the day for me.I asked people,"Do you get depressed standing next to me?"To which all replied"no"in a puzzled tone.Pondering "what the hell did I do?"is not a nice way to spend one's time.

My emotions are arguing inside me,all with their different views on this.

Wrath tells me to just scream"Screw this a million times over!If she thinks that,she doesn't have to even come near me anymore!"

Sadness says that its all my fault.I'm always at fault.Always.

Rationality say maybe she was just joking.Damn it,it still hurts like hell.

The last thing I want is for my friends to be depressed.And to find out that I'M the cause of depression for one of them just absolutely breaks me into a million pieces.

Even if she was joking,IT HURTS SO GODDAMN MUCH.I shouldn't be taking this so hard,people tell me,but I can't shake it.

Help me.

Please.

wished on a star at 9:34 PM