i want to get it over with and die already. i’m tired of suffering, of feeling so bad all the time, and i’m tired of watching everyone around me try to make things better only to make things worse. and then i feel even more at fault for making everyone feel so bad, and that makes me feel like an even bigger piece of shit than i already am. i’m dying. slowly. painfully. you killed what we had by not showing me that you cared. Thank you for making me realize that i am not worth it. when i'm gone, do you miss me? i'm a disappointment to everyone. don't cry for me when i'm no longer here. if one day you wake up and i'm gone, don't cry, because when i was alone in my darkest hours you weren't the one that would stay up at night to make sure i was alright.