EVERYONE I KNOW KEEPS DYING im tired all the fucking time, every time I want to say something I’m terrified of making people sad, I want everyone to be happy even if it means I’m sad, But then again I know I don’t do enough to be worth anything to anyone and even when I do things people get mad if I do it wrong or right or too slow too fast, and the world is loud and mean, and I’m awkward because I’m terrified of making people uncomfortable and truthfully. I’m scared, I have dreams of everyone I love dying and they are so vivid but in a quiet way, my family blames my step sister for why I’m sad because she is sad and stuff and my brother purposefully bullies me, my sister is stuck up and the worst part? I know my life isn’t that bad. I know that whatever I’m feeling doesn’t compare to the hurt that everyone around me feels and I don’t deserve help, and I apologize for my grammar