Trigger warning for depressing shit.
I am so fucking tired.
I'm tired.
I want to leave this house and I can't even come to my senses.
I feel the metal between my fingers.
I feel how slack and relaxed my muscles are.
How I cried for about ten seconds, before sitting down, a numb, heavy feeling resting on my face and stomach.
I don't want to move.
I cannot trust anyone.
I should cancel my plans.
I should cancel my plans.
What's the point?
If I'm just going to be back stabbed and ridiculed. Like I'm a fucking joke.
I hope you thunk it's ftnny now. I want to ruin your fucking life.
I hope you're fucking sorry.
You ignorant, selfish, dependant, whiney, pathetic bitch. I hope you know what you've done to me.
Get out of my life.
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
