today went almost perfect except for one stupid thought in the end.. it was my fault anyways so oh well.

could someone inbox me the suicide hotline number? that would be great, thank you.

i fuckin hate life. fuck fuck fuck shit motherfucker, shit balls. people can die, people suck shit mothershit fucking fuckers. fucking leave me alone fuck.

i hate my life. period. I’m done trying. i won’t do anything. if people expect things from me, they’ll just get disappointed and get mad at me. if i try, people will expect things and so on. so i give up.

i wonder how you’re doing. i miss you. but i can’t do anything to endanger your chances with finding someone. :/ oh well.

why am i staying up for the person that left me? i should be mad, i should be ignoring her, but why can’t i?

why can’t i be happy? even when it seems like I’m happy, having fun, and interacting with people, why do i still feel empty? lonely? miserable?

singing is the only thing that makes me forget and cheers me up. too bad all the songs I’m singing are sings i wanted to sing to you. :/

when you talk to me, i have to act like a jerk. because I’m no good for you. you deserve better. so if rather make you mad and make you leave, then keep you and hurt you even more.

being born with a lung infection, it has always been hard for me to breathe. but you were my medicine for that, i was able to breathe more easily when we talked. too bad i lost my medicine. :/

i already feel hella lonely.. shit..

damn, wish i was cute so people would actually text me and send me messages :/

happiness doesn’t last long, so don’t get your hopes up.

or inbox me your number. i need some cheering up