idk if i’ll be able to make it next summer. this summer i was just depressed and forced to wake up at 7am 3-5 days out of the week to help my bitchass older brother that doesn’t wanna take the responsibility of taking care of his children. my mom forced me to get up. i hung out with friends twice that summer. called once. the only thoughts that filled my head were negative. about how ugly i am, how no one really loves me, how no one would care if i was gone. i keep thinking about hurting myself or just ending it but im too scared. i dont want people to worry for me. i dont need it. the knife is right there though and winter is soon. maybe i could just cover it up or something.
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