The best part about my life is that not only do people not love me they lie to my fucking face saying they do. I will never believe I matter to anyone after today. This goes for everyone. If you’re reading this you apply. Stop saying you love me if you don’t even like me.
I hate the way I’m treated. I’ve never wanted to end my life because of the person I am or choices I’ve made, but I think about it just about every fuckin day based on how I get treated by others.
If you’re seeing this don’t come to my service or post about me like you cared when I end my life. I don’t feel the love now, so don’t act like you did.
Every time I try to be happy, even if it’s fake, the universe gives me 10 more reasons to hate being alive. Hating your life for more than half of it is getting exhausting.
I’m so tired of feeling misunderstood, unheard/seen, and like I genuinely have no one in my life that cares. If I’ve been invisible to you until you needed something from me in the past you’ll be invisible to me entirely in my future.
What in the absolute fuck is up with Dizzy Wright putting out the same sample on 6,000 different songs over the past two years? “Rockin wit” was cool until I heard it on this many songs, the fuck?