Nobody talked to me when I went to my only reason to live. I talked but nobody answered me. It was eerily silent. Maybe it was because of what we were going to do/see, and maybe because it also started late and some people didn’t come.
Or maybe it’s the signal that says “everything will be just fine with them even if you kill yourself, they won’t notice”. Which is true, they barely know me.
My mother is getting pretty rude with me lately, her birthday is this wednesday and I have to get her something or she won’t feed me for god knows how long. I can deal with broken bones and bruises, but starvation is so goddamn hard.
Nobody will notice if I really decide to do it this year, I have no one. I can’t stop crying.
Days left: 7
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Hey
I’ve read your post and feeling sorry but don’t know what to say.