most days i think about my funeral, in a very very selfish way. i want people to love me and actually show it. i want to know that i meant something to people i want to be mourned and remembered and loved and i feel like every day everything i do for people is taken for granted. sometimes i hope i will die so that they can feel the pain of losing me. but thats if they care at all. which is more scared that they don’t care. i’ve been having these thoughts since i was 7 or 8. so it’s pretty much a constant in my life. i want to be loved so much i would die for it
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