Why do I need to decide what I’m going to do when I’m older? I’m going to kill myself before then anyways.
I’m so done with everything.
I’m to the point now when I can’t kill myself, I don’t have the courage. But every part of me is hoping that somebody will shoot me.
The saddest thing to me is when I go on Instagram or Twitter or Facebook and see every last one of my friends got together that day to go to the mall or the movies or to swim and had the greatest time doing it. But I wasn’t invited. I guess I’m always the forgotten one, the third wheel, the puzzle piece that doesn’t seem to fit. :(