Why do people care so much about me?
I’m a shitty person, and I hate myself.
People promise to be there for me but when I need them the most, they are gone and they don’t come back.
I love helping others and I help my friends. But when some of my friends post about who they are grateful for, they never include me. After all I’ve done to help them, and make sure that they are ok. That is what I get. I keep waiting and hoping that one day it will happen. I don’t think it ever will.
I feel like a burden and that I don’t belong anywhere. Words are hard for me sometimes, and they get all jumbled up.
I hate myself so fucking much. I sit thinking if I leave, nothing will really change. It will just be a slight disruption, and then people will just go back to their daily routines. The world will keep on going with out me.
I’m not good enough, and I never will be. I’ve been through so much already and I’m 22. I feel much older. I’m so fucking tired. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I’m sorry.🖤