OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK
OCTOBER IS THIS WEEK
OCTOBER IS TOMORROW
I want to thank you, all of my fake friends,who don’t give a shit if I’m alive or not. All of the fake plastic bitches, who treat you like shit, while they’re the most stinking shit of this rotting world. And people, who always decide to turn a blind eye on your scars.
Today I self harmed again. Nobody thinks I have a problem. I just want attention, right? Think again, when I finally kill myself.
I deleted your number. Remember all of these times, when I was the only one standing beside you? Trying to understand? And now you’re telling me you never wanted to be friends, never cared, never even liked me.
All of these wasted fucking years.
I tried to understand one last time and overcame the rest of self respect, wanted to check if you’d maybe chage your mind, but no.
I don’t exist anymore for you. You don’t remember. You were always alone.
Alone with me.
But what is the worst in this situation? That you’re not the first and not the last to go.