fatty

i'm fucked up. and the only way i can express just a bit of what i'm thinking is through this

Saturday, August 7, 2010

sif anyone cares.

dont want to sound melodramatic and crap, but i seriously think no one gives a shit about me.
if i died right now, sure family would be sad for a while, but eventually the will get over it.
sure maybe my boyfriend will be down for a while, but he's strong and determined, he'll find someone new and have a better life.
whats the point really?
whats the point in trying to survive everyday if its so fucking hard to even wake up and smile?
whats the point in faking that your happy everyday?
whats the point in living if all your friends and support you had from people has vanished and they dont even give a shit to even say "hi" anymore?
what is the fucking point?
















i really want to just cut now.
i want to run far far away.
then i want to die.
by myself.
alone.
i want to rest.
i'm so tired.
rest in peace.
please.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Krystal,

    Your raw feelings are strong yet volatile.

    Please, don't do anything crazy.

    Of course, we care, much more than you think.

    Truly.

    Mark

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