I swear to God I don’t think I can handle this anymore these dumb fights and my head pounding over the dunbsat shit I want to run away I could care less if anyone misses me, Im not fucking happy no matter what happens as long as I’m here I wont be happy. I now know death isn’t the way out of this misery its getting out of this place.
when you feel like dirt. not because someone yelled at you, not cause someone made you mad, not cause someone is mad at you. because you feel like shit. you think of all the dumb things, all at once. and you want to cry but you try your hardest to hold the tears back. when you want to sleep but don’t for some weird reason. you feel dumb. like nothing. you don’t matter at all. that how i feel sometimes. don’t know why. but i do. and sometimes nothing can get me out of it.
