Today, Sebastian asked me why I talked about death so much.
I told him:
"Because I want to be dead. Because I'm sick and tired of waking up everyday knowing that I am nothing but a disappointment in the world. Because there's no one to talk to who quite understands what I'm going through. Because every time I wake up I see a sad, depressed Gina who gained so much weight and has huge bags under her eyes. Because I'm so fucking done with being and treated like this. Because I'm lonely and have no one, not one person to talk to. Because all I want is someone who'll listen, who understands, and there is no one who understands. No one who cares, understands, or feels like I do. Because maybe, just maybe, I want to be with Jay. It's plain and simple."
He shut up after that.
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General FictionHow was I supposed to live when there's nothing to live for? *possible trigger warning*
