i think im depressed. you know how they have those signs that say, even though she's smiling on the outside, in the inside she's hurting, really bad. that's how i am. ill try to make this understandable.
it all kind of started back in 7th grade. i cut myself, was bulimic for awhile. got over it. then got all devastated again when my parents put me in some toooooo terrible for words school, that i hated. now im the number one rated school in my state, and i am truly messed up. sure i have friends, but i joke to make them happy. i let them bust on me, and do nothing about it.
don't get me wrong, my friends are great, and i know they think they're playing. they've apologized so many times. more than i can count for playing jokes. but it hurts. and i sit there and just take it. im a real big pushover, and i don't know how to stop it.
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if i go crazy will you still call me superman?
yah baby, i will