it’s that time of night where i’m thinking too much about the fact that i am a gigantic loser with literally no friends and everyone i used to care about has forgotten me and they are all living their lives being productive young adults and i am sitting in my parents house crying about mirrors and scales and hiding the fact that i cannot function as a real person by sitting on the computer
time to hang myself/go to sleep hm decisions decisions
Can someone just kill me now?
I feel like shit.
I’m a complete failure.
I’m stressed to the point of no return.
And once more, no one is here.
Story of my life.
Tomorrow I’m ending it.
I’m going to school; say my goodbyes, not tell a soul.
Write all the letters to everyone that deserves them.
Come home,
and go to bed forever.
