You’d think I enjoy being miserable at the rate I’m going.
My life gets shittier day by day. I hate my family, I have no friends and I’m fat.
i don’t know who you’re dating, what you listen to, nothing. you’re a stranger and you seem to like it that way.
I have no friends. No nothing. Whatever. I’ll I need is me. All I ever had, anyways.
I really just don’t want to be alive right now.
i have no friends. its ok.