One more day

One more day and it'll be Monday; What to do... sigh... I hope that I will have a blog that someone actually reads. I hate the people who've been calling me the b word. I can't get over my problems. I've been hurt for life. I remember "these" vivid thoughts that I used to get once times weren't tough, and when times were at the least, good. What am I supposed to do? There is no sign of respite in my life, and I can't even begin to describe my problems. And if I do, I will get negative reactions. Hurting yourself, that's not the answer. As much as it sounds to be correct, it ironically isn't going to solve your problems; hurting yourself will only make things the worst that they could be. I once thought the total opposte; that dieing would solve all of my problems; yet I can't get over the fact that it's so paradoxical of a topic; I can't wrap my brain around this one, seriously. But I also can't get over the fact that I was verbally hurt for no reason other than pure entertainment.