I can’t deal with living anymore. My mom died when I was 6. My dad is an asshole. He yells at me and hurts me and calls me a *****. Sometimes I don’t want to kill myself because of how hard it would be on my family. But then I remember they don’t care. I have to resort to hiding in my closet to get away from it all. I want it to end. Life can only get worse. One of my “friends”, who’s somewhat depressed, told me, “Happiness is putting a Band-Aid on the gaping wound that is life.” I agree. There are no happy endings, only slow torture that never ends. I need to cut it off while I still have a vague memory of what love is, what being cared for feels like. The ball of stress that is my life is threatening to crush me.
I need it to end.
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I don’t know how old you are, but if you’re a teen: it gets better. The hell hole isn’t the entire world it’s just school. Once you get out into the real world you’ll meet good, caring people. 🙂 and if you aren’t a teen, maybe you just aren’t far enough into adulthood to meet mature people
Hope I helped a bit !