You're compliments are making me puke. I'm not you're perfect little girl. I'm far from anything you want me to be. I can't believe you so times. The things you say are tareing me apart. MY skins burns. My eyes are red. I'd love to sock you right in the face. I hate you. I hate people. I want to be alone. Not because of some ******** up emo story. I just like being alone. Send me to the asylum i'll make my own little world. My own little world. In my world i can fly. In my world the only people there are the ones i make up. No real people. Real people are complicating. In my world i am the leader. Whatever i say goes. I can sit in the corner in my asylum while being in ******** neverland. Jonse my guardian will race with me through the flowers until abby stops for a qucik kiss. It'll still rain in my world, but only when i want it too. Nothing will go wrong. Only Johnse will worry about me when i start to get curious about the real worl. MY world will be so much better. but the real world so different. Johnse will get mad when i visit the real world, since he knows it's a harsh place. But i promise him that'll i'll never leave my little world. And to show him the truth i'll burn the surface of my skin. No reflex. No sence of fire burning flesh. I feel nothing from every more burn. Just as long as pain no longer affects me i'll be attatched in my world. And i can stay with Johnse forever. I can have everything i want and i won't even have to leave my asylum. Reality willl never come. I'll be happy. Oh perfect, in my own little world. and no one would care. I'd mind my business in the asylum. Forever. I'll be happy.
artificial happyness--x Community Member 
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