to be doesn’t they say they care about me and are there for me but i know. i’m easily replaceable. i can see them annoyed when i talk. honestly killing myself seems real sparkly. there’s a bunch of pills in the kitchen. i’m not going to do it. i mean not yet. sometimes we joke around about mental health. i’m always there for them checking up daily to see if she’s okay. she tells me that she feels overburdened because of people telling her about their self-harm. ie me. i mean i wouldn’t blame them. how do you console someone like that. it would be quite nice to disappear. i won’t i know i know. lolzies too scared to even end my life.
