Through every mistake, I learn a little more.

I hate my emotions so much.

They drain me, pull on my soul, and push me.

I sit here tugging on my hair, trying to figure out what to do with myself.

I find it funny, I can hit people up daily, hang out with people constantly.

If I don’t hit people up after 2 days, they forget me.

Oh maybe a random thought of me, but no serious loss of time wondering about me.

My own family has stopped seriously communicating with me.

I feel like if I stopped talking to everyone, they would all forget I existed.

None of my friends honestly need me.

I really only want someone to need me, to want me to help them.

I want someone to want me, to need me.

I don’t see that in anyone around me.

I give up.

FUCK EVERYTHING.