No, I just wanted to help but you don't want my help so there's no need to tell you who I am.
Man, you are sounding exactly like my friend, Matt.
There's no need.
Are you trying to be mysterious? Cause if you are, you're pissing me off.
I saw your other answers.
You want to tell me who you are? I know a few people that want to know.
Yes.
Wait just a minute there, I have questions for you. Why did you say all that shit yesterday about me being beautiful?
Yes. You really should be nicer to those who are trying to be nice to you though.
Sure, sure. Does this mean you'll stop talking to me now?
Why does it matter whether or not you know me personally?
I talked to my counsellor about it, are you happy now?
Because you matter.
Okay, so I'm guessing I know you personally, just a wild guess.
Used to? If he isn't anymore, just let it go.
Because I want to help.
There's other people like me that are hurting. Why don't you help them instead?
He's trying to help you and be nice, how is he a jackass?
Because he used to blame me for something I didn't do. Why are you still talking to me?
You wouldn't even let someone who wasn't on anon help, why would you let me help just because I showed my identity?
Because Isaac is a jackass and I loathe him.
Tell someone what's going on then. You can get help and be happy, you just have to let people help.
An anonymous person trying to tell me to get help. That's a new one. You know what, anon? If you care so much about me, in which I doubt you do, show me your face, tell me who you are, maybe then I'll tell you how I feel.
What will the future be like?
Me? A future? Please, spare me the "you deserve to live" story, I'm over it.
Would you even let someone help if you knew them?
The only people I trust don't even know what's going on, so if they don't know, anonymous won't know.
Austin Carlile, he's the lead vocalist for Of Mice & Men
What's your tumblr then? I want to help.
No, I won't let you help me. I don't even know who you are.
Because I want to help. I care. You're pushing away everyone who is trying to help and replying to most of the asks with smart comments. Just let people help and be nicer to people who care about you.
The last time I let my walls down so bad, they got stomped on, I'm not going to spill my guts out again, especially to some anon. Fuck that shit man, if you want to help, lurk my tumblr.
So you're depressed because you didn't meet Austin?
Are you fucking kidding me? You just don't get depression, it's a chemical imbalance in the brain. Yes, I crashed and burned when I didn't meet Austin, but only beacuse my life revolves around this man because he's the only hope I have left in humanity. My school is full of douchebags and bitches and stupid girls who have multiple boys chase after them when they think they're ugly and guys who think it's okay to break down someone for fun, and Austin's voice and lyrics are the only things that keep me sane the whole school day. It hurts to know that I saw him and I didn't get the chance to tell him how much he means to me. But you know, I don't know why I'm depressed, I don't know why there are people who hate me, I don't know why the sky is fucking blue. Why are you bothering?
Because I just care. People want to help you as I can see by your other answers so let them.
no. see, one of the best friends in 6th grade told me i need to wake up and smell the roses, and i did, so i started caring for everyone else, then everyone else broke me into a million little pieces, then Austin Carlile came along took them pieces and took care of them, and then, my counsellors kept telling me to put myself first, and now, my own fucking father is giving me the same lecture I got from my friend for years ago. And Austin can't save me this time because I tried to meet him and I didn't get there. So no. fuck you. Go care about someone who can actually use the help. Because I've tried so fucking hard.
Why are you depressed?
Why do you care?
why would anyone have dared someone to talk to you?
because i'm a depressed loser, what do you expect?
No this is out of the goodness of my heart....what's left on it. Don't believe me? Just ask Annie but still, inbox??
you... opening your heart... to me? that was a good punchline.