I wonder if I mean something to anybody. Probably not.
I feel a breakdown coming up. Fucking fantastic.
Everyday, I wake up with the same thought running through my mind. It never leaves, it never changes. Why am I alive? I hate it.
You know what I would love? To just be able to disappear into thin air without anybody noticing. To just die without anyone caring.
If I killed myself tonight, nobody would care. They would be like “oh..” and head on with their lives. I mean nothing to everybody.
Guess who’s getting another kitten?
I don’t think I have one:|