You know what its okay. Its okay to call me these things. Its okay for you to make me feel this way. Because you know what at the end of the day I’m me. And nobody else. Say what you want. Call me a weeaboo. Laugh at me and call me a normie. Call me cuck. But it your not going to change who I am. And you know what? All these words do is hurt. They don’t change me they hurt me. I won’t change for you but I can’t help hurting for you. And you tell me to cut myself but I won’t. I refuse to break the skin. But this does break my soul. I slit the wrists of the living husk of emotion that is me. And I bleed. I bleed tears out of my eyes each time you tell me to kill myself. Because deep down I know I’m dying. And not from my own hand but by yours. You worthless piece of shit your killing me. Your hurting me. And for what? A laugh. A fucking haha. Why is my pain so important to you? WHY DO YOU MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY? I’ll tell you why. Because of two important factors. Your an awful person and I love you. I can’t help it but I do. I fucking do okay. And you may read this and get your laugh. You may haha. You may “xD” but keep in mind the toll your gonna put on this helpless person that loves you. Keep in mind that I’m dying for you. Keep in mind that my life is on the line so you can feel seconds of laughter. And in the end keep in mind that I’m never gonna change for you. Accept me or hurt me. Those are your choices. Love me or kill me. Those are your choices. Now choose and be smart about it. A human beings soul depends on it