I don't think anyone truly understands me.
they say they know me...but they really don't. they don't know how I'm really feeling, that the smile I put on my face is just a joke, or when I repeadidly yawn I'm covering up the fact that I'm crying. no one knows because no one seems to care. but thats why I have witty...because frankly you people seem to even though you don't know the person. 
well I will tell you one thing witty readers...I hate my life. I hate waking up in the morning cause everythings the same. I rarely go anywhere cause all of my friends have lifes and I don't. I was suicidal at one point and then I met someone who changed my life and made me forget about all of that. but honestly, I think I'm comming back to it because my lifes gotten worse...and no one seems to care at the moment. 
I'll admit that I dont have a lot of friends...none of them really care about my past. they don't know that in the summers going into 6th and 7th grade I had no friends. they dont know that all I did was sit on the couch or in my room.  but they do know one thing...they know that I lost my bestfriend whose been my bestfriend for what would be 12 years in the worst way possible...a fist fight, but my mom stopped it before anything happened.

thats half of my life story...and I cried writing it.