You said you’d talk to me later. What a load of bullshit. Later never happened. So now I’ll just pretend everything is ok and continue to fake smile. No one even cares. They say they do, but they don’t. I could kill myself right now and no one would know until someone came home. I’m tired of living. I want to die. Nothing is getting better. I’m just get weaker and weaker. If I get urges today, I’m seriously just going to let them take control. I don’t care about myself anymore.