I found this piece of paper with some of my thoughts messily jotted down on it.
I’ll tell you why I’m sad.
It’s because every minute of every day is like a living Hell.
It’s because I feel worthless, annoying,
over-looked, and desperate.
I’m sad because sometimes I don’t want to be alive.
I don’t want to keep going,
I feel selfish, pathetic.
I don’t try to be this way.