i predict that i will die at 22 and i will die a virgin. my mental health is all over the place. home doesnt feel like home, i hate my body and how it’s mine forever, i hate how i look, i hate what im going through, i hate how i have too many responsibilities to give up, i hate how ive failed committing twice, i hate how now matter how hard i try — i see no meaning and i see no worth in continuing to live other than to live for other people. seriously, what the hell do i do with myself? at the end of the day, everyone dies. i might as well rid the government of another immigrant and rid the government another person to be responsible over. i might as well stop making my friends feel too special, or they’ll feel they're the only reason im alive. i might as well stop wasting everyones time and disappear, it’s just easier that way. idk lol