sane,but not normal

I don't get it they tell me to trust them, come to them when i want to talk, and let them help me.

when i do come try to tell them the truth they think i'm lying or playing, i don't get "the let me help you" gesture, they mean it one day then later when i'm ready to speak open up their never there or not able to listen at the time.

Im a very stubborn person, i keep to myself, don't talk very often and would rather be in my bubble than speak.

i hate bulies, despise drama, and dislike my life. that one day when i went to sleep early and my grams bitched that night i cried so hard,but i was so angry that i tried everything that moment to end my life.

I tried to slit my wrist, but i could take the pain so i just punched in my closet wall, the sick part wasn't that i tired to slit my wrist it was the fact that after i punched the wall a number of times i felt better.

i felt alive again, felt like myself, and almost normal.

s**t like this scares me, makes me feel abnormal almost like a predator won't stop until i feel like me again

thats that life and all in a bobble, my bubble, my crazy,and my sanity for all to see.