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Monday, May 13, 2019

Just for the record if there comes a day where i choose to take my own life, please do not say you didn’t know or it was so sudden because I’m literally just struggling to live each day. Also when i say I want to die , i mean it. I have so many things I can’t bear to let go off immediately. My mum, my dad, basically my family, my ugly ass grades, my dream, my college debt. Help. I want to stop calling my mum and crying over things when I’m stressed out. To all the people who said, “ i’ll be there for you”, you aren’t. You don’t even reply.