I can’t handle it anymore….

I can’t take it guys…. I can’t do it…. I’m so low right now.. Everyone is out and having fun and enjoying themselves without me and I’m sure no one will even notice that I’m not there, just like if I died. No one would notice that I wasn’t there. Maybe I would be a sad story to tell your children ten years from now about mental illness or what happens when people aren’t loved. Maybe those that I know will cry for a day, maybe they’ll mourn for a week.. And then it’ll be over and people will forget, slowly or quickly. Everyone will get over it and forget I existed and no one will even think of me anymore, one day I’ll never be thought of again…. No one loves me, no one will ever love me…. With each passing moment I become more and more ready to let go… And just fade away…. I think tonight might be the night. If not tonight, soon…. Because I can’t do it anymore…. I’ve given up, officially… The world was cruel to me, and life was cruel to me, and I just couldn’t take it I guess….