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I'm sick of it all. I'm sick of feeling sad, angry, and tired. I don't want to be here. I don't wanna continue living. But noooo I have to keep living!
I FUCKING HATE MYSELF SO MUCH AND I'M SUFFERING EVERY DAY AND YET YOU WANT ME TO KEEP LIVING THIS WAY? This is fucking torture. What loving friends I must have for them to want me to die inside and lose myself everyday and then they don't help a bit with my problems.
I know I'm being selfish. I know I'm needy. I know I'm all of this shit. I know and I'm sorry. I apologize every day, what more do you want from me? I live for you, against my wishes I'm still living BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME NOT TO DIE! What else do you want??
I don't know what you want from me...
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