I have no idea how fucking clear I have to make it that I need help. It seems like the few people I have told about how I feel care for a little bit. I hate being trapped inside my own head, thats why I seek out people who care, or people who I think give a fuck. Nope. Trapped in my own fucking head I will be. Fuck everyone, I’ll just stay trapped in my own head until I put a bullet through it.
P.s. these people exclude littlebread and kitkat (you know who you are). You two are the only ones who talk to me and care about me; thank you.
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Humm, it’ll be pretty hard to get new people to care for you with that kind of attitude, don’t you think? I understand the frustration and anger, I feel something similar, and I think imagining your own death can be quite painful, but you can’t delude yourself into thinking that making people feel guilty for not caring will get you any sympathy.
Be well,
cheers