I don't want to kill myself but I wish I was dead.
I came home early from Massachusetts because I wanted to die.
But now I'm home and even though I told Kayla I feel like she doesn't care. I know she's not okay so I've tried everything I can think of to help. And then she gets mad at me because I said I didn't want her drunk. And that it hurts that I've spent all day trying to help her all while caring for her brothers kids and I don't even know why her brother and two of his kids are staying here. No one tells me anything. I can't keep being strong for her. I can't even be strong for myself. She left and I stopped being strong. Livi if you ever read this tell your little sister I'm sorry.
I didn't lie when I said that I didn't want to kill myself. But sometimes the need is stronger than the want.
If anyone ever reads this, check on the rocks in your life.
