I hope when Im dead, my mom, brothers, friends, family, read all these post. They don’t know I’m suicidal, not the slightest clue. When they find me dead I hope they read these post, maybe then they’ll start to care about me… I hate crying, I can’t wait to huff this can of hairspray, feel my body go numb. Maybe it’ll stop my heart or something, or at least it’s supposed to. But no, I’ll wake up tommorow with a massive headache and put my days on repeat, how much longer?
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