I do the same fucking shit everyday. Everyone feels like sunday I cannot escape. My mind is sick my mind is fucking sick. I am not satisfied with anything. I do not care about people who did not care about me. No one trwly cares anyway. Life is just a waste of time. My life especially . Even thought my family says they care deep down. They do not. Friends will come and go. You know my fucking life is a joke and I’m truly lost in my friend saved my life. My friend saved my fucking life . It’s getting less stressful and crazy now but still I’m lost. I see the fake humans and their fake smiles with their fake love. I’ll fucking kill all of them. I am not crazy. I truly am not. The only reason I am still alive is because of the people who wors there for me when I was crying desperately for Help. Help. Help. My real family is dead to me. But I will always love them. They did not want to accept the fact that I was fucked up. You’re not depressed you’re not sad you’re wasting your time. Losing friends was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. Now people come in my life, I am very grateful for them and everyone around me. I constantly get let down. I always get let down. Maybe because I except so much from people who truly don’t give a fuck about me I get attached to people I shouldn’t have, I expect too much, might as well say fuck em. And FUCK IT. I’ll die alone. HaHaHa. I’m suck a fucking pussy. Depressed. Hopeless. Well at least I know who I am.