Tuesday, 14th April 2015 - 8:10pm
I can't stop crying. I just can't stop my emotions from spilling out like waves. I want nothing more than a loving family and a place to call home.
I hate it here. Everyone hates me. They don't even notice I'm here half the time. They don't care about me. All they care about is making my life a living hell.
I wish I had've died all those times I was close to death.
Or, better yet. I wish I had never been born.
No one would suffer then. Not me, not my "friends", not my best friend/brother, not my classmates or any one else who knows me.
No one would suffer because I wouldn't exist.
And the world would be much better off without me.
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