I really don’t understand the point of living.. it’s just a horrible waste of time and space.
Every day that passes makes me want to disappear even more. I just want to sink into the shadows.
I just wanted peace and quiet. I did not want all the noise. I like quiet, contrary to popular belief. I didn’t want to hear about who is hitting on who and about what shoes someone else was wearing. I didn’t want to read your stupid text messages about redneck jokes and deep fried sushi. It was too much, the talking, the gossiping, the music. All I want is to take a drive and forget.
If you know somebody’s insecurities, don’t make fun of them. Even if it’s just a joke it hurts. It actually hurts the most when you know that they know you’re insecure about it. And if you realize that you just made fun of an insecurity, don’t just pass it off, apologize, make them feel good. You have no idea what they a re going through.
Even though I always think about it, I will never commit suicide. I could never do that to my mom. We fight a lot and we don’t agree on a lot but she means the world to me. I could never leave her with my dad. I’d have too much guilt to leave her here on Earth. I will bear my burden until we can rest together.
