I guess I'm just really sad because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing wrong. I try to go out and meet people and put myself out there and enjoy my time and make people laugh, but in the end I come up empty handed. I am always the one asking people what they are doing for their nights, not one single person--NOT ONE--ever calls me up to ask me.
I've never actually seriously considered suicide but I often wonder, besides the small family I have (Mother, Sister, Grandmother) who the fuck would care if I died?
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