Acting like all your problems are the worst right? Even better, there all lies, yep? Telling everyone to feel bad for you? Huh? Thats what I thought. Unappealing lies, and just pathetic ways. If you saw yourself right now you would never know what its like to watch you. To me, I actually kinda find this entertaining how much you love to act. But remember that every actor or actress gets revealed through their true mask at one point. The lies will fall, and you’ll be burried down to your grave if you don’t confess that you were doing this for attention, right now. Now if that were me, I would probably shoot myself for knowing that I could never live through such a horrible lie. Only making shit up to get attention. Well enjoy it while it lasts. Im not going to be the one to spill it out to everyone that your a fony. I just want to see how long your schemes last. Remember when we were taught climax and falling actions in 5th grade? Your climax might be right now. So fucking happy to get all this attention, but when your falling action comes, you’ll fall so hard that no one can pick you back up. You mine as well confess now or you’ll get hit even harder. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but people can never hurt you? Well that won’t always be true. I will tell you this now, that if you confess right now, the pain of people being pissed will fly right through that they will forget. Keep this up? This will be scarred on you forever. What I mean scarred? You will start to cut yourself cause you can’t take being ignored or having negative words thrown down on you. Those marks will stay. You will be so depressed. Cutting is the only thing you will ever turn too. You will have no one. When I say no one? That means including yourself. You will just want to end your life cause you will go through living hell. You want want to look at yourself in the mirror anymore for what great depression has been put down on you. But, its your decision, if you love all the attention right now? Then okay, but I would rather have my friends still be there for me instead of striving for attention. Keep doing it and you will have no one. Your mask will be ripped right off just like a band aid coming off open wounds. There will be nowhere to hide. Just people giving you nasty looks. Your scars? People will say your doing that for attention too, since you cut yourself from great depression, but really they are from having noone. And that is the fucking truth. When the truth comes? No one will be there to believe it. And to remember its all from a stupid lie, just to become so called “popular.” You have to earn your spot, not lie for it. And at the end? The liar will be your last name, and karma will be your first. How do I know? I was once that girl. It took years too become a completely different person. One that was honest…