You know, sometimes I honestly believe that no one gives two shits about me. Even the people that say they love me. Most of those people don’t even know me. And you know what I think? I think that no one really cares until you’re gone. When it’s too late to do what you should have. What might have saved someone’s life. And you know, sometimes I consider suicide just to see if someone really did care. And if you did, why did you let me go?
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I definitely feel like this quite often. I want to see everyone’s faces after the final day has come. See if I can find what they really feel.
Killing yourself to see how other people will feel is a bad idea, live for yourself.