I hate feeling this way. I want to die. Haven’t eaten in three days. Haven’t been hungry. Things keep going through my head. Insane things. I think I may be going insane. I have no one to blame but myself. I deserve this. I’m nothing. Useless. No meaning.
If you haven’t even been dating a year you don’t get engaged. And if you aren’t actually engaged you don’t call your boyfriend your fiance. That’s basically saying I don’t care if our relationship fails. Because it will. Especially if the guy works at a fucking McDonald’s. Fuck people. Fuck love. Fuck the fucking world I hope I fucking die soon so I won’t have to deal with this fucking piece of shit world anymore. Fucking fuck I might just go take a run while chain smoking cigarettes and hope I have an asthma attack. I don’t want to fucking be here anymore and that’s proof there is no god because he won’t let it happen. Fuck everything. And even better no one is going to read this because I’m not attractive enough for anyone to fucking care. Fuck I could be dead and no one would probably even know. Isn’t that fucking awesome? It means I have nothing to fucking lose you fucking fucks.
No one cares about anyone. I don’t care about anyone anymore. That’s a lie. I’ll never not love you. I’ll never not care about you. Just wish you could say the same…
Everyone and everything sucks.
Just kill me. Please fucking end my fucking life. I have no purpose here. No reason to be here. “Friend’s” dont talk to me family only call if they need something. Why am I even wasting time here? Wasting space that someone more important could have.
Misery fucking loves me,
but I love her more.
She is the last light,
the dark nights,
noose around my neck,
the hole in the floor.
There is nothing left for me,
I want to kill myself just for relief.
Black cloud, death shroud.
The weight of the world dragging me down.
I have nothing to offer anyone
"Misery" Gallows(via defendpizza-eatpoppunk)
I just want someone to kill me because I’m pretty sure I’m slowly becoming insane. I haven’t been happy in months and all I think about is dying and you. I go through days were I can’t eat much because my stomach feels sick constantly. I feel completely alone because I have no one to talk to about it. My anger issues have gotten worse. I take too much out on my roommates and I hate myself for it and that makes it worse. Please someone just end this..