I’m 15, depressed, suicidal, and I don’t care about who will cry if I am dead. I have a few of the best friends in the world, but they just don’t get it. Comforting me won’t work, I don’t want you to tell me I’m perfect, or anything close to it. I don’t even want you to tell me I’m alright. Because I know you’re lying, I’m not anything. I’m just a stupid f*ck who can’t do anything right. My parents hate me, I hate me. I’m scared of my extended family, I’m scared of everyone, even my own friends.I don’t believe anyone, they’re all […]
