I'm irrelevant. But at least you're finally happy.
I'm just so sick of having absolutely no real friends. At this point, I don't even have to lie about my feelings anymore because nobody cares. They just think I'm joking about being fucking depressed. The sleepless nights are increasing, the cuts, the missed meals. But, at least I have things to keep my mind busy, I guess the only thing keeping me sane. I just bundle up my emotions likes snowball rolling down a hill and then break down over the smallest thing.
I wish I wasn't like this. Wasn't so awkward that I could actually hold a conversation with people my age. I just don't want to be here anymore. But what's sad is, nobody will really care. Some people that I may consider "friends" even follow my Wattpad accounts but don't read this. They don't care that I get about an hour of sleep each night. They don't care that I've lost 20 pounds in less than 2 weeks. So if I were to die, nobody would give a shit.
