I’m 14. I wanna die. This isn’t some “oh my mom took my Xbox I’m so fuckin depressed” . No. Im not like that. I’ve been battling depression for about 8 months. And im just done. Im tired. I wish nobody would care about me so I could just go. But people do care. My adopted family. Aka my friends. One is basically my sister. The other is my homie. They care. They’re only ones. They’d miss me, but wouldn’t be too hurt, I think. They’d move on. They’re all I got, but im not all they got.
I simply don’t want to continue living. There is truly no point. We live we die. That’s it. I don’t care how we got here. I don’t care why we’re alive. I just wanna be done. Im always in pain. Mental and physical. Anyone I love just goes and disses me. They leave me because they can. I’d leave me too, if I could.