I hope you think of me, when I’m lying on my death bed. I hope when I’m cold and empty, six feet under, you think of me. I hope you think of everything you could have changed, all the words you could have said to make me better.
I’m sorry for whenever I repeat my stories, or tell you something thats happened for the millionth time. I really just want someone to talk to. Please don’t yell or scream at me, or mock me and embarrass me. I am honestly so upset and broken and lost I just don’t know what to do. Please understand I try everyday to be less annoying, less repulsive, less everything. I never understood how people could feel worthless or hopeless, but I’m starting to understand it now - and it’s eating at my insides.
I can’t be friends with someone for longer than a few months because they end up getting on my nerves