18. Illinois. Pizza. Wolfheart. Drug free. Sassy. Taken
I’m seriously so sick of being made fun of for things that happened years ago.
It’s physically impossible for me to sleep right now.
Things I hate about myself.
I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.
Why aren’t I dead
She threw my pills out. Now what
I’m sorry I’m a fucking mess, I’ll stop putting problems on all of you.
But they’re right. I did this to myself. There’s no one that deserves the shit I put them through. I wish Jamie would understand how big of a piece of shit I am. She needs to be happy.
I’ve been kicked out of the places I stay. I lost my friends. I lost my family. I’m better off dead.