Why should it matter that I want to kill myself? Stop pretending like you care.

Bleed out by Blue October....yeah

I am so blissfully numb.

Him: You're ugly.
Me: Yes I know.
Him: You're fat.
Me: Yes I know.
Him: You should go kill yourself.
Me: Thank you, I will.

I'm so ready to give up. I want to slit my wrists and die. Would you stop me? Or just watch as I bleed?

Please, someone take this pain away. I can't take it anymore.

Suicide....stop haunting me everywhere I go.

Please let this be real...

Don't judge me. You have NO idea what I'm going through.

I've realized nothing I can ever do will be enough. I'm sorry I let you down. I love you. Goodbye.