Even if i fucking hung myself today, I seriously don’t think anyone would give a fuck. My mum and dad, they’d get over it, cry at the burial and then move on with their lives. My friends pfft, like anyone would even turn up to say goodbye yeah cos i  don’t even have real friends. Everyone that knew my name, oh Rip teenage girl, and then not give a fuck. Seriously don’t think I would  be missed. I don’t believe i need to be part of the world.
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Stop
Teenage years were among the hardest in my life. I read my old “Hello Kitty” diary a few days ago and started to cry. I was so lonely. I felt so abandoned by my parents and the whole world in general… The only thing that kept me going was the promise of a brighter future. I held on to wait for it. It really paid off in my twenties. I got a lot of my dreams come true. I resembled the person that I had envisioned and life smiled at me. Hope you feel better tomorrow.