I'm just confused. I'm tired all the time. I'm sad all the time. I just want to kill myself already. I fantasize about the day where I finally drag that blade down my arm and watch my blood flow out of me as I die. No one cares about me anymore. It's like they've all given up. They all know I'm not normal. My parents pretended to care but got tired. The phycologist said that I was suicidal and all this shit and they were just like oh okay. When they see my cuts they just take away my phone and ground me. Like that's gonna help me. They will never know how sad I am no one will ever know how sad I really am how broken I am
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Random rants
Non-FictionRants that I don't want to send to any of my friends so they end up here. Might be triggering I'm sorry about that.
