It’s not fair that you taunt me with my own suicidal thoughts
Like my inability to want to stay in this world is anything but a reflection of the world itself
Not me
I don’t know why you do this
Take things I loved and make them weapons against me
Brains are so fucking awful
You make me feel guilty for wanting to die when the only good things in my life don’t show any affection
There is none
When I sit in my chair for days
Waiting for something good to happen
Am I very selfish?
I’d like one friend and an affectionate but not sexual relationship with someone
I keep thinking maybe I misunderstood what friendship was
Maybe I want seven friends so I can talk to a different one every day of the week and then they won’t get tired of me talking to them
I feel like seven friends is more than I deserve though
Please?
Anyone
Someone
Maybe I could handle being poor if every day want spent sitting around being reminded how poor I am
I don’t know, everyone gets tired of me
Banished
When I get tired of me I sleep
That’s probably what I’m going to do when I get home
Log out of reality
Even my forever repeating dreams are better than this
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