I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here.
But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.—Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)
oh god what did i do
IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT
HOLY FUCKING COW.
OKAY IT’S TRUE
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?
Sometimes I wonder where my anxiety and depression originate from. The constant burn because of scratches from my mothers nails? Maybe the constant emotional abuse from my mothers mouth?
As I write this, there are tears burning my cheeks.
Honestly, if I could end it, I would. I would end everything.
Would I rather my mother die instead of me? Nope.
Id love for her to walk into my bedroom, to look in the closet and to find my lifeless body hanging from a clothing rack.
You did this to me, mom.
I hope you live a long time, I really hope you do.