O.O
I'm sure it would. You can never know for sure, though.
How about you tell me what's wrong, and you DON'T shoot yourself?
See, I dont want to ruin whatever sane image I have already provided for you, so telling you my pathetic woes would be a waste of precious time....
I'm being obscured by the simplest of human emotions. Jealousy. It seems petty and typical. Elias told me he didnt like the way- lets call her Mlle- she was treating me, because she takes my friendship for granted, and she treats me like I'm a spoiled brat- which I guess, in some aspects, I am- and she acts like I am not mature enough to know the inner workings of her little head... "You dont realize how lucky you are. You got to go to Japan, for christ's sake." I do know how lucky I am, but Japan is just a two week trip, whereas your parents support you in all of your ventures, where mine will do anything for me to be normal. Every boy crasps towards her beauty, and her mysterious facade, and before you know it, they are head over heels for her. I've had three boyfriends, and two of them have left me because they've loved her ... then you think about my last boyfriend, John, who I totally fucked up with...
I ruined everything... I got drunk in Korea ( a trip I paid for) with some Aussies, and broke up with him before fooling around with this other guy...
then I realized what I'd done, and started getting into drugs and such, making my life even more fucked up.
That's a problem... A series of problems, yes.
But y'know, everything always turns out.
Always. It takes a while, and you may not love the result, but it always turns out..
Yes, but when? My parents- my whole family- has lost all respect and trust for me, because I got caught shoplifting, and now dont trust me with anything. They take my fucking phone to make sure Im not doing anything stupid... I;m on pill after pilll, therapist after therapist, and no one can figure out whats wrong with me.
Not to mention, my ex, John, keeps telling me all my flaws... waht I did to ruin our relationship, why he could never love a girl like me, why no boy will ever look at me with anything but disgust...