I don’t know when I’ll be back on or if at all.
So close. So fucking close to being done. I can’t do this shit anymore nor do I want to.
No one cares about what happens to me, my intermediate family one seconds likes me, then the next gangs up on me. My friends, the people I grew up with, aren’t even around anymore. I don’t get it, what happened to friends forever? I get that over the years some relationships are meant to fall apart, but not all of them. Why did everyone just chose to leave me? What did I do? It seems as if everyone hates me and I’m starting to hate me too.
Truth is no one really gives a shit about you being upset. No one really cares if you have a problem, you’re just suppose to suck it up and move on. Every is so self involved and that’s what the problem is in society. Everyone is always saying “You should get help, talk to someone” …yet there is never anyone there. Therefore the problem builds and it gets so much worse because you feel like you have to hide it from everyone because it doesn’t really matter to them.
No one really realizes that you had a serious problem until its too late. No one really cares about that problem of yours until the moment that they have to say their last goodbyes.
They say comitting suicide is selfish, well isn’t staying alive just because another person wants you to selfish on their part?
I don’t care if people hurt when I leave this world, karma’s a bitch. Maybe then they’ll realize what shitty people they were, how negatively they affected me. I hope they’ll feel horrible because they’ll have to live with that regret forever. Meanwhile I will rest in peace.
“ Right now, I really don’t see the reason for trying, or for talking, or for breathing. I’m just done. ”
Thinking about my life makes me want to slam my head into a wall.