I want to cry. I feel so horrible- yet so okay. But I’m not okay. I’m not happy. I’m a horrible person. I’m unhappy. I’m stupid. I’m worthless. I’m done.
Will tonight be the night I jump off that bridge? Will tonight be the night I run away? Will tonight be the night I finish myself off? Will tonight be the night I cut so deep that I bleed to death? I don’t know. But I hope so.
I don’t know why I feel like this- but I guess I do. I have so many questions.
Why me? When is it my turn to die? What’s my purpose?????? Why does anyone say they care when their actions say they don’t… What’s the point of life? What’s the point of death? What’s the point?
Why am I a slut? What makes me a whore? Why did I cheat on him? Why don’t I care? Why? Why? WHY?
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I emailed you kid.