my fucking life.
i hate my life. i hate my dad so fucking much. he always makes me feel like complete shit. he can never give me a compliment, never can tell me i did something good with my life.
i hate coming home. i hate walking into my front door. because when i do, 5 min later somebody has me crying. this isn't once a month or once every other week. it's every day.
everyday i sit in a room and i cry. i think about ending my life. i think about how probably only Zoja and my bro Andrew would miss me. i feel so alone in life. i feel that everybody around me uses me for some reason. i feel that i don't make anyone happy. i want somebody to love me because i feel unloved. i want somebody to hold me and make me feel like nothing else in the world matters but being in that persons arms. i want to go one day without crying, feeling sad/depressed/lonely/unloved.
my life.
i hate coming home. i hate walking into my front door. because when i do, 5 min later somebody has me crying. this isn't once a month or once every other week. it's every day.
everyday i sit in a room and i cry. i think about ending my life. i think about how probably only Zoja and my bro Andrew would miss me. i feel so alone in life. i feel that everybody around me uses me for some reason. i feel that i don't make anyone happy. i want somebody to love me because i feel unloved. i want somebody to hold me and make me feel like nothing else in the world matters but being in that persons arms. i want to go one day without crying, feeling sad/depressed/lonely/unloved.
my life.