life is just so useless.
I would live if I honestly thought I could be happy.
but, I can’t. I don’t know how.
I’m sixteen and I’m going to kill myself.
I don’t want too though, I want to be happy, but I can’t be happy. I’ll never get better.
five long years of just waiting for a day to be happy. I can’t remember actually liking myself. Isn’t that sad?
I hate myself more than anything in this world. I’m a failure and I deserve to die.
No one loves me, I don’t deserve love.
I think I’m going to wait till after homecoming to do it.
I have […]