It's like I'm not enough for some people. My company is not enough. You just need to hang out with someone else right after you've just hung out with me. I'm not good enough. I'm not good enough for anyone. I wish I actually had the courage to actually kill myself because if I did I would 100% do it right now and I would have probably done it already. I wish i wasn't anxious all the time, I wish I was dead, I just wish I was dead. I would have been gone before everything got to this point. Like I've always felt hideous, worthless, not good enough and lots of other horrible things about myself but that was and is me, but now I think even worse about myself because I know I am not good enough, I am basically being told, by seeing these snapchats, that I am not good enough for one person to have me and only me as a friend. It's like I don't matter, and I don't, I know I don't.
I hate being jealous. I just wish I couldn't, but I can't fucking help it when one of my best friends is being taken away from me and then claiming that someone else is her best friend. I'm just so sick of being abandoned by everyone. It's like I can't keep one fucking friend in my life. I'm just so tired of being alive. Being alive makes me tired and so exhausted all the time and I can't deal with life anymore. It's just too fucking hard. It's not like anyone is gonna care when I leave anyway.
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Dealing with life!
AcakThis is a story about me and how i have dealt with life so far, in the seventeen years I have lived. WARNING: There will be swearing in this story but i will try to make it as minimal as possible.
