I can’t find the courage to tell my friends that I need help. Every day keeping up with the world is harder and harder and I’m not happy around them anymore. They’ve noticed and they’re frustrated because they just want me to be happy. Why can’t I just be happy?
I guess it’s my fault.
I’m tired and sad and angry and confused but more than anything I’m scared. I’m scared of bringing them down, and I’m scared that if I don’t get better they’re gonna leave me because that’s what people do when they see a lost cause.
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natsothebobo
natsothebobo
I'm an obscene piece of trash I think it would be a community service to put me out of my misery and/or exile me to the Bahamas I would not complain.