I whole heartedly believe everyone would be better off if either a) I’d never been born or b) I was dead
What scares me is that, even though I am a bit happier now, sometimes those thoughts are still there, and it’s horrible
I hate change. Change is shit. Change can suck my balls and go die.
Why can’t I stand the thought of you being friends? It actually makes me feel sick to my stomach and I hate it but I can’t say anything ‘cause even I know it’s ridiculous and I’m the one who feels that way.