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Today I am going to visit someone who tried to kill themselves, and I am going to try to cheer them up, while feeling like a complete hypocrite.
What the fuck.
I'm tired of everything, being hurt over the littlest thing, crying over everything, and I feel awful for putting it all on Robbie. Sometimes I call Shelby and she talks me down, she and Catherine are the only ones these days that make me feel genuinely better.
My dreams are dead. I have shit to live for at this point because I'm just a burden to Robbie with how much I cry.
I don't know what I want anymore, and I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel better because everything that used to make me feel better is only making me feel worse.
I'm tired of all of this, I just want to scream.
What the fuck.
I'm tired of everything, being hurt over the littlest thing, crying over everything, and I feel awful for putting it all on Robbie. Sometimes I call Shelby and she talks me down, she and Catherine are the only ones these days that make me feel genuinely better.
My dreams are dead. I have shit to live for at this point because I'm just a burden to Robbie with how much I cry.
I don't know what I want anymore, and I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel better because everything that used to make me feel better is only making me feel worse.
I'm tired of all of this, I just want to scream.