I hate my life i hate my life i want to go to sleep and never wake up and i still may delete all this because people will see it and worry and

I guess it would just be a lot easier if they didn't.

I keep suffering because i'm an extrovert, because i'm a hope player

I need people. That's just how i am. But when i get the slightest hint that people arent utterly dependent on me, i lose my shit and decide that i'm in the way and need to die

I probably would've killed myself a while back if it weren't for having so fucking many friends

I feel disgusting and intrusive and unwanted and fat and ugly and nothing i do will matter for more than a week or so

I keep doing nice things for people because i have to. If i'm not actively helping someone, there's no point in being alive. I do not have a single reason to live, only reasons not to die.

But sometimes i really, really want to. More than anything.

oh babe. I love you, so much.

you're gonna be okay. <3333

wraps around you

want me to call?