People stop asking if you're alright or not because you're always at this depressive mood. The truth is we need you to care because we can't even stand up by ourselves. But people don't care. They've accepted that you're hopeless and you're probably going to die in all your filth and pathetic tears. They're not going to take that razor away from you. Instead they give up and say 'Here, take it, go ahead and take it, go kill yourself.'

It hurts like fuck now. I think I'm going to die from it.

Labels: depressing, nothing makes sense anymore