I keep pretending I’m fine because nobody fucking cares if I’m not.
Tears stream down my cheeks again.
I have nobody that really cares.
I am depressed again.
There’s no point in anything. Everything is just for the gain of the individual and society.
I am suicidal again.
Why not slit my wrists and end it all?
I can’t do it to my little brother again.
I guess that’s my theory after all.