Sometimes, I feel like you only reason I’m here still is because I care too fucking much about other people, especially my mom. That fucking sucks, I don’t want no one to care about me, so I could just leave this world without hurting anyone. I hate caring more about others than myself, Because then I have to stay here for them. I’m tired, i’m exhausted, Hurting myself doesn’t even do it anymore. The only thing getting me through it is the idea that an addiction to benzos is always better than death. If I’m going to stay on this world, might as well try to make it somewhat bearable.