Indeed. I lost my glasses that were very expensive. I caught a cold. My mother hurt her feet and spent almost every day in my house, meaning I couldn’t stay in my house, I had to kill time elsewhere and it was a FUCKING nightmare, I couldn’t do anything. We fought, I was reminded how my existence just bothers them. They hate who I am, they hate my personality, my interests, me as a whole. They hate me so much.
I promised myself my last week would be a peaceful one, so I couldn’t kill myself last week. Maybe next week, if I manage to finish the last thing I have to do.
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Sorry but try…being in a natural disaster where no one who’s known you longer than 2years calls, or texts to check on you. i.e. no friends to give a F whether you are alive or dead. You want that shitty week? I will trade you. And yeah…i did call and text them. But ofcourse that’s not the same …not even close. I think I’m ready now.
No one I met in my life cares about me either, they’re just shallow relationships, they don’t really care if something happens to me. You get used to it.
Whatever man, this is a rant, read the tag.