i have to carry the weight of my world on my shoulders, and one day, I snapped at my best friend, but she doesn’t care and hasn’t spoken to me in a week. I didn’t try to manically explain myself because why would I? I know her almost better than she knows herself sometimes, and I don’t want to break my own heart even more than it already is.

I wake up every day hating myself more and more. I wake up hating my reality, my friends, my family…everything. I hate it all. I want to stop living this life. I don’t know how to live and I don’t care to find out. I’m tired.

Seventeen years of this b*******. I’m done. I’m not even going to say goodbye or wish anyone anything. I am so tired of feeling like I owe everyone in my life an explanation and a justification. If I can’t live the way I want to, I’m gonna die the way I want to.

So yeah, to whoever sees this, thanks for reading this. I hope that you see the light at the end of your tunnel, because I clearly didn’t see one at the end of mine.

Live well, everyone.

Goodbye.