I’m done

I think I’m just about done. Done with this all. Done with my life. Done with even trying to fix it. I just had a fight with my best friend. She was just about the most person I trusted and cared for. She said that she doesn’t want me anymore in her life because I “don’t care enough” about her. Those words really sting. She says I’m not there for her but truth is, she’s not there for me either. She was the only person I used to talk to about anything whenever I feel down and she’ll make me laugh instantly to cheer me up, but sometimes I just need someone to just listen. She says that I’m “too depressed” and she has recently started judging me about whatever I do. So I stopped talking to her about how bad my life is. Anyways, she’s gone now. She told me to drop dead. My other friends? They don’t know what I feel. Why? Because looking at my face, you’ll think I’m the happiest person on earth. I act like I don’t care about anything, I act like I’m happy, I act strong, I act fine. Truth is, I am far from that. My school year starts on Monday. I’m betting big I’ll die before then. Goodnight.