Words I'll Never Say

I care if you live or die.
I care if you cut yourself tonight. I care if you're not eating.
No matter your secret, at least one person cares about you.
Me.
And no matter your secret, I wish I could at least give you a hug, just a small gesture, to prove it.

Believe me when I say I'm fine and don't ask what I'm doing when it's that time of night when the worst of me comes out. Ignore my sudden irritated moods and embrace my rare good ones.
Follow these rules and we should get along just fine.

I in no way support the utilization of self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, or any other depressional behaviors. But really, let's be real: I would never tell someone that it's not a coping method. Because it is, it's just a bad one.

I live in a made-up world, a fantasy of my own mind, to escape the horrors of my past and the unfortunate events still to come. Don't try to comprehend, understand, or help. I must do this on my own.

In all seriousness, I'm pretentious, cynical, and a pretty good pretender. Feel free to poke around but don't feel the need to judge or show any pity. Thank you for your time--I assure you it was time well wasted.