i think it’s getting to a point where i don’t even want my parents to see me. i’ve started wearing a mask whenever i’m not in my room. why do i have to hate myself so much?
also my moms feeling better from her cancer and she’s started being a bitch to me again. it makes me not want to leave my room even more. tired of getting yelled at for stupid things that aren’t even true. her sickness is karma for treating everybody around her like shit her entire life, but if i ever said that to anybody, they’d hate me.
I wish i could sell my soul and emotions along with it. it’d be so much easier
i cant cry a lot anymore, it’s hard. little things like this help though. i spiral into knowing i have nothing to offer to life and knowing that i eventually end up hurting everything and everyone around me. i end up writing suicide notes to my family and my few friends and those who i wished i could’ve been friends with are mentioned sometimes too. all of the things i wish i could’ve done, all of the things and emotions i wanted to experience. it all just hurts so bad. not having any reason to be here, not having anybody you feel like cared about you at all. my sister in law and brother and sister have all said that they care about me and if i need anything that they’re there (they’re talking about because my moms cancer) but they don’t deserve to feel the way i always feel. they don’t deserve to know the pain of hating their own life so much that they’d want to take it. but what would they think if i took mine? would they be disappointed ? upset ? i wouldn’t want them to be. if finally be okay and free of everything that troubles me. no matter where i end up, elysium or tartarus, i wouldn’t feel the pain that i feel now… and that’s all that i want. i just want to feel what it’s like to be gone. i’m just tired of being the problem. every friend i make, i end up hurting or annoying. i give too much affection to my cats and they even end up hating me so i shouldn’t bother them either with my existence. they’d probably be fine. maybe if i put in my letter that i want my dad to keep them and not give them to a shelter then he would… they’d be happier without me trying to pick them up and/or pet them every ten seconds… everyone would be happier without me interfering in their lives. i’ll slowly leave. i’ll get older maybe and i’ll just disappear. maybe i’ll make it seem like an accident. who knows? none of them will ever know any of what i feel or think… i hate this