Gone

I wanted to make my username match me. So I made it into my goal. To be gone. I’m really sorry for all that’s happened, all the people I have burdened, all the nights my brother said he stayed up because he was worried about me. And I’m sorry that I trusted humanity. That I thought things could get better. For some people maybe they just can’t and they never will. My brother thinks that he can change my fate. He told me he has a plan to change my fate after I proclaimed that I was destined to commit suicide. I can’t let myself believe in more false words though. I’m sorry that’s it’s getting harder to hide my imperfections. I’m sorry that I occasionally slip up, and provide a look of my broken self. I’m sorry that I told him, I trusted him and he promised to never tell anyone. I’m sorry that that promise was broken along with whatever hope I had for humanity left. I’m sorry that after all these years at getting mad at my “friends” for ditching me, I’ll be the one truly ditching them in the end. I’m sorry I can’t make the voices shut up like he told me I should. I’m sorry I hate therapy. I’m sorry I hate living. I’m just so sorry…