I'm tired

of so many things.
I'm tired of smiling when all I wanna do is curl up in bed and go back to sleep.
I'm tired of people telling me I'm always wrong.
I'm tired of looking in the mirror and despising everything I see.
I'm tired of being the "normal one" when I'm fighting back horrible inner demons everyday.
I'm tired of people yelling at me when I haven't even done something wrong.
I'm tired of people not understanding.
I'm tired of not being able to explain without fear of hurting myself.
I'm tired of people hurting me.
I'm tired of being the one people go to complain to but I can't complain because everyone else will find out.
I'm tired of being yelled at because I got mad because you told everyone.
I'm just sick and tired of my life.

I hate admitting it...

But I'm all cut up.
I did this toward the beginning of the week.
My stomach, chest area, either leg, and right arm all say something.
Yeah, I'm pretty much cut up.
Why?
A friend of mine wanted to be friends with the kid who mentally abused me for nearly six months, told me the world was better without me, and told me to kill myself twice.
Most people have forgiven him, but we were supposedly friends.
Last time I checked, you don't tell your friends something like that.
So, even though I'm trying to be happy and fine, I'm all cut up.