I guess I've always known that I would never be able to make it past 23 years old. I'm so tired... I'm done with trying to get through this. I'm tired of pretending to be okay. I am done. I'm done interacting with people who will never know how much they're words hurt me. I'm already broken, so why would it matter if I am crushed beyond repair. I have always known that I would never be loved or be wanted by those around me. I'm sorry for not being enough for those who do care. I'm sorry for being an another waste of space. I'm sorry for not being the best sibling that I could've been. I'm sorry for being a failure. I'm sorry...
