I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for no longer being a human, but a problem.
For no longer being a friend, but a monster.
For no longer being me, but the person I use to be.
For being so fucking stupid.
And selfish.
And pathetic.
And not thinking.
I messed up.
Bad.
God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm writing this.
I'm sorry to be such a fuck up.
This is all my fault.
I don't want to live anymore.
I have officially hit rock bottom this time.
I'm not better.
I'm not getting better.
I was never better.
I'm stuck in the dark.
I'm alone.
I feel nothing, yet everything.
I pushed you away.
And these...things.
Whatever they are.
They are screwing with my head.
My thoughts have changed.
They're scattered.
I'm lost.
I'm stranded.
Why don't I give a shit anymore?
Why'd I do this?
It's my fault every fucking time.
I just don't want to be here.
I don't want to be living.
Breathing.
Existing.
I don't want help.
I want to leave.
I don't want to talk.
I want to kill myself.
I want to slit my arms and thighs.
I want to slit my throat.
I want to hang myself.
Put a bullet through my head.
I want out of here!!!!!!
I want out of this body.
This state of mind.
This world.
This darkness I'm in.
I.
Don't.
Want.
To.
Live.
Anymore.
I've been feeling this way for sooooo long.
Too long.
I've kept it inside.
To make people think I'm getting better.
To have people see me "getting better".
I want to overdose.
I want to suffocate.
I want to dieeeeeee!!!
That's not much more to say than that!
I don't want to talk to anyone at all.
I'm shutting everyone out.
I'm staying to myself.
I'm shutting completely down.
I don't want to screw up again.
So, I'll make it to where I don't have a chance to.
