Put a pullet through my brain.
Kill me.
I want to fucking die.
I miss my idols.
I miss the people I called my friends.
I miss the people that other people call a family.
I miss my pets.
I miss my rights.
I miss my ex. (Not really but now they're back and gonna make my life more of a living hell then it already is and then they did before)
I miss people telling me that they loved me and they actually meant it.
I miss when people told me they missed me and actually meant it.
I miss when people told me they cared about me and actually meant it.
I miss my old neighborhood.
I miss the "old" days.
I miss my old town.
I miss the days when I actually had the smallest bit of hope. It wasn't big at all but it was small, there was still hope there.
I miss when I'd sit there for hours reading the same message that someone had sent me saying something really nice to/about me and I'd smile and nearly cry.
I miss when I "felt" "loved".
I miss when I "felt" "cared" about.
I miss myself.
I miss the old me.
