I am tired, I don’t want to be here anymore, someone, please, help me. I try to be tough, but I am sensitive. I hate my reputation, it makes people have high hopes. I am not a perfect person, but sometime I wish I was robotic like. Do things when told, manage time better, stop procrastinating, etc. Maybe than, my mom would be proud and happy of me. Maybe than, she wouldn’t be in pain. I want to die, but I don’t want to go hell for that. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born, that someone who is better than me was born.
I am sorry. I am rambling.