• 7 years ago
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I’m lonely and depressed. Those who know about my depression try to talk to me and things but I know it’s because of a sense of duty, not because they enjoy my company. It feels so fake. Family bonds are fake. They don’t love me for who I am. Someone with a completely opposite personality and looks could have been born and they would be “loved” as I am “loved” because /family/
I really do feel that people will feel a purer form of emotion towards me if I died and honestly that’s better than staying alive in the midst of all these fake bonds

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