March 5, 2016

This Should Be The Final Fight

I'm tired. So very tired. I don't feel needed or wanted or important. So with my last hours, I wanted to say goodbye. Goodbye to everyone that ever made me smile. I really appreciate it, because smiling is hard for me. Thank you to everyone who ever put up with me. I know I'm hard do deal with and talk to. But thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for being my friends and trying to love me. But I don't love myself. I don't love anything anymore. I'm just sad and tired of trying to figure out what is wrong with me. I'm just irreparably broken. I have nothing to offer anyone. Once, I thought I could help people and make them happy. But I can't. And it's come to the point where the people closest to me don't want me around. They hate me. I don't blame them. I hate me to.
So, I'm leaving. Not the state or the city or the country. I'm leaving this life. I'm hoping that my disappearance will make everyone's life happier. Less negative, less sad, less stressful.
I thought I could deal with my stress and anxiety and depression and my eating disorder. But it's too much and no one else understands or cares. So why should I care? Why should I stay? No one will miss me or even notice I'm gone. So I wish you all the best. I hope you all live well and enjoy great prosperity in your lives. I love you guys and I'm sorry.

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