I’m gonna kill myself tonight, probably. Everything is falling apart and I hate myself. No one will care if I live or die, everyone who knows I want to kill myself doesn’t do anything. They know I’m struggling and still expect me to hold it together. They don’t comfort me, but they continue to expect me to comfort them. They don’t care if I live or die, they just keep me as their “therapist friend” and they expect me not to feel at all. And yet they would never choose me, they wouldn’t go find me in a crowded room. I just want to go, I don’t want to feel trapped and alone anymore.
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