I'm tired of pretending that everything is fine..
I think about killing myself constantly now, and the urges won't go away. I wonder how much of a point there is to even staying alive anymore. I'm no great loss to anyone. I keep hoping that maybe I will become close friends with some people, but everyone seems to be better off without me..
I made a promise that I wouldn't do anything, but what does it matter? They don't need me... what is the point in me staying alive anymore?
I'm a horrible friend and a horrible person. People tell me that I am kind and caring, but if it were true, then why do people still dislike me?
They keep telling me that I don't look as bad as I say I do... yeah right.. I look horrible. I'm one of the ugliest guys I know.
I keep getting the urge to just take the pills and get it over with.
I didn't have anyone to talk to and I just needed to get that out.. Sorry..