Nov 3, 2017
I don’t want to put this on Facebook because I’m sick of shoving my depression on my real friends but I really, really don’t want to exist anymore. I’m so sick of waking up sad. Going to bed, sad. Being at work, sad. I thought it’d get better over time but it’s just getting worse. I hate myself. I fucking hate that all I do is ruin relationships with people. My best friend and the girl I truly thought was my soul mate doesn’t even talk to me anymore because she’s found better people to talk to. She looks happier without me in her life... Hell, nobody goes out of their way to talk to me. One day I’ll be gone, can’t come soon enough.
