Call me a freak, tell me I need to get over myself, tell me I'm fucked up. I know that already. I know I am weak for leaving this pain on my arms, for crying just because I"m sitting here alone. It's childish and stupid isn't it? I should move on, do something productive. No, I'm sick of the world, sick of society. Sick of corrupt captitalist Amercai. Why can't I love who I want to love and have them see me, and have them know, not hide behind doors and folded notes, secret glances and the computer screen. I was supposed to see her today but my parents said no. They don't "know" her and she isn't safe. Goodness knows what she might do to me. She's in NHS, plays 2 sports, and gets A's.. but nooo she also has a pierced eyebrow and wears guys jeans. She listens to punk music and shops at Hot Topic. She isn't safe. No one is anymore to them. And so I sit. Isolated. Alone. At my computer, with even IM hating me.