about me and my life.

Can My Lil Bro Stop?

I wont stop crying but why cant he just stop messing with my stuff ppl be liek put ur shit up so they dont get it

But its my room my stuff why the hel is it my responsibility...

I srsl wanna end it and my day wasnt that bad and it became shit

Like i said i hate happy days for that exact reaosn someone always has to ruin it for me and i cant do shit

I wish i could end it, its the point that i hold in my crying so much i cry over the littlest of things

I dont wanna be alive why was i made? Ehy couldnt just be some type of ghoast roaming places

I just want to be loved i mean ik ppl love me but i dont feel it tehy dont show it enough i feel like noone cares about me anymore

I wish i could be free and dead i wouldnt be able to travel mostly but idd be happy to get away from this world

Love isnt hard to ask to show to feel why cant it just happen to me...