Everyone who loved me is dead.

So I’m literally sitting here crying & just talking to God even though I’m sure he doesn’t hear me. I’m starving & there’s not a food pantry open & I don’t steal. I asked my “friends” & “family members” for food or to borrow money until I get paid next Thursday & everybody’s like you’re over 18 I can’t help you. You should have finished college. Blah. Blah. Blah. And I’m just thinking why is God keeping me here connected with people who don’t even care if I eat or not? I’m a diabetic so literally can’t go without food. I don’t drink or smoke. I go to work & come home & everybody is acting like I just blow money. I literally own 1 pair of shoes. *sighs* I wish I still had my parents & grandparents. They would help. I just want to be with them but every time I cut my wrist open the doctors stitch it back up. Every time I swallow a bottle of pills the doctors just pump my stomach. God just take me already.