I Should Have Died A Teenager, But Now It's Too Late.

I feel like I need them more than they need me. Even if I am that one that ruined everything, I still need them. I crave them. It feels like they could care less. It's what I deserve.

I dont know what to do anymore. I try so hard and I always end up back here. I'm tired of trying to fight to get out of this. I'm just gonna stay in the dark and hopefully I'll be able to this.

i feel like the longer you have depression n r suicidal, the less people care

bc its like~ hes depressed rn?? he always is

he hasnt eaten?? he will at some point

hes sh again?? they're never deep anyway

he's gone missing again?? its fine he'll come home

he overdosed again?? he never takes enough tho

he tried to kill himself?? thats okay the attempts have never worked~ so it wont this time

Why do I have to be myself???

having a “favorite person” is so glorified and sounds lovely until you uncover the horrendous attachment issues and instability

i wish people could understand how painful of a curse it is

Everything would be better off if I wasn't alive. I'm sorry all I do is cause others pain. I should just not say anything anymore.

Why the fuck am I the way I am

I genuinely think it's too late for things to turn better for me. I feel like a lost cause

I want someone to notice, but on the other hand, i don’t.