Pssst, I tried to stay positive today. Something inside me was just eating me alive. Unfortunately, I cannot handle tension with 5 different things right now. Anyways, I can’t believe I wore lipstick to school today, I never wear lipstick. I wore it to cover up the blood coming from my mouth, but people still saw the blood. I didn’t understand why I wouldn’t stop bleeding. And every time I felt like coughing, I wanted to run out the room just in case I coughed up blood. People warned me when they saw blood, and I’d get embarrassed /= Nothing to worry about, I suppose. But what I do know is that I need to stop the stress and depression. It’s a waste of my fcking life. Usually takes a lot of thinking until I’m hopeful again, but at least I eventually reach that point. I can honestly say that I owe a lot to the people keeping me company, forcing me to tell them what’s wrong, calling me over and over every time I hang up, and just letting me know that they love me. This month has been hell because I’ve been feeling so alone, in terms that no one knows me for me. But if that were true, why does someone always end up saving me? One more thing, I wish I could plant in people’s minds that if you get so caught up in your own assumptions, you might feel plain stupid once you find out the truth.