The people around me have given me just enough contact and sympathy for me to guilt myself from killing myself for their sakes, but not enough for me to feel happy. They have no idea, and there is no way I can make them see. It isn’t their fault.
The people around me have given me just enough contact and sympathy for me to guilt myself from killing myself for their sakes, but not enough for me to feel happy. They have no idea, and there is no way I can make them see. It isn’t their fault.