I’m frankly sick of living, every day is miserable yet I still go on because I fear making people sad even though I know they don’t really like me or even care they’d be sad because thats what they always do.im sick of this body, the constant reminder every day that my body will never feel how it should is weighing on me it gets worse every day.they say things they thing are okay but hurt me so much they only call me by my name when they want something.