So many people knew what happened but very little of them cared…
I’m such a complainer but what’s worse than thinking “If I wanted to die and I was in the hospital would anyone care?” is knowing “I wanted to die and I was in the hospital and besides immediate family no one was there” I don’t know

I’ve never wanted to die more than I have this month
If I could I’d go back to 3 weeks ago and tell myself “hey dimwit your lifes fine, it’s not going to work you’re just gonna cause more hell instead of ending it”

I’m tied between caring too much or not caring at all
I’m good at both
I’m multi tasking right now
I care about one person too much and people think I don’t care about anyone else

Earlier I had the 2 best friends in the world
And now we don’t talk anymore
It’s like I know so many sweet and nice people who are there for me but those two were the only ones who always knew what to say.

I’m only clingy when people are gone