i hate laying inbed at night thinking of everything that’s wrong with me… i’ll probably be up all night, given the way it’s going right now. i hate myself.
why am i crying? i’m such a fucking mess. no one cares. no one’s there to help me, but i’m just being selfish. i don’t matter. i don’t need anyone because i don’t matter. no one needs me, i’m replacable.
What am I, that you would die so I might live?
