I don’t have any hope. The only thing I want more than to die is somthing that’s unrealistic to expect. I was supposed to be dead already. I don’t want people getting attached when my only goal is to be gone, and I can’t take anymore of the trauma that comes from getting attached to people myself. People say that nobody comes to save you, but that’s only true when nobody actually cares about you. People that are deemed worthy by others get saved all the time. I know I’ll never be one of those people. I know I’m not worthy or deserving enough for anything good to happen in my life, or for anyone good to stay in my life. I have no reason to try anymore.
