Goodbye

The real note

So we can make this long or short and sweet. I understand it wasn't my fault, it never really was. I guess life just fucking hates me enough to have to punish me for everything. No one loves or cares about me anymore. Let's just say that they actually figured out I was just playing them for their sympathy. That's all I really want is people sympathy and time. This really doesn't justify anything. I'm probably doing this for no reason, and that's alright. I'm a bad person anyway so why do you all care? it would do the world a bit of good don't you think? You might want to know why I did this. And that my friend is something I can't answer. Pain? Hurt? Sadness? Well maybe. Some people must be thinking," You have no right to go out and seeking the attention of people." Well not many people are gong to see this sweetheart so don't worry. When I am six feet under they will know I wasn't playing.  I can't deal with people, I just hate them. Also I hate that because of one little fucking mistake I have no one anymore. I fucking hate myself. And why can't anyone say anything to my face. Like they have to have others say. Like if you don't have the balls to say shit to my face then fuck you. Like say it to me. I would love you fucking honesty, or like tell me I am really annoying. Why can't you? But I am just so fucking sick and tired of people and life at this point.