. . .

gone.

[withered-psyche]

i've never felt this free.

goodbye all. thank you for acknowledging my existence while i was here. you were some of the good few.

[withered-psyche]

i'm mixing a cocktail

it's got two of my favorite things

some vodka. some xanax.

if i survive, see you tomorrow.

if i don't, good riddance.

[withered-psyche]

no one would even bat an eye if i died.

[withered-psyche]

i'm worthless

[withered-psyche]

no one wants to talk to me.

am i really that annoying?

i can't even get a 'hello' back.

i feel worthless :(

[withered-psyche]

no one really cares until you're gone.

have fun at the funeral at least.

goodbye all.

[withered-psyche]

see you in the next life.

[withered-psyche]

goodbye everyone, i'm sorry i couldn't hold on. please seek help and keep your heads up, never give up. i'm too weak to carry on. goodbye

[withered-psyche]

there's no reason for me to be alive. i'm tired of hearing "life gets better" when i know it doesn't. i'm on my last legs, i'm ready to go.

[withered-psyche]

pills are the only saving grace i have left in this world. i know it'll be my downfall but i don't care. xanax is my greatest friend, xan makes me feel better, xan makes me get through all the bullshit of my daily life. i don't care if it kills me, i don't care about living. i'm over it.

there's no saving me. only i can save me and i gave up. i sincerely hope no one cries when i leave this earth, there's nothing more that could've been done. i'm so sick and i'm ready to stop this fight.

my mental illness and my addictions got the better of me, i'm sorry i can't fight anymore.

[withered-psyche]

i'm not making it to 25.

[withered-psyche]

IM NEVER GOING TO GET TO LIVE A HAPPY LIFE SO WHY EVEN FUCKING BOTHER ANYMORE

[withered-psyche]

FUCK EVERYTHING IVE HAD ENOUGH AND IM AT MY ABSOLUTE LIMIT

WHY CANT I JUST BE HAPPY WITHOUT HAVING IT GET RUINED

[withered-psyche]

i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die

[withered-psyche]

i feel best when i'm starving and i hate it.

the second i eat my self-esteem plummets.

i'm so tired of this.

[withered-psyche]

i feel like i exist for nothing. i'm a failure at everything and i hold no value to anyone.

i've tried so damn hard to be happy, to get better, to make progress but it's still all the fucking same.

i'm so tired. i just want to be loved.

i just want to feel needed.

i just want somebody, ANYBODY, to care.

[withered-psyche]

i wish that i meant something to someone, literally anyone.

i wish someone wanted me, i wish they needed me, loved me.

no one cares. i'm just a person everyone puts up with.

no one values me as a friend, i'm the last choice they pick out of a line of people.

no one will ever love me, if i can't find friends then forget a romantic partner.

i bet if i died today not a single person would notice. absolutely no one.

if i died no one would wonder where i went, no one would ask.

if it was announced they'd leave a comment "that's too bad/how sad" and then move on with their lives.

no one would grieve, no one would cry.

i'm just spending my time here on this earth wasting my breath and time.

i wish i was wanted, but i'm not.