August 13, 2013
August 8, 2013
Most of the time I wish I didn’t exist to people. I could erase peoples memory of me, and erase mine too. And keep leaving every single day. Until I found something to make me want to stay and not be afraid. I even wish so badly to be erased from my sisters memories and I could forget them too so I wouldn’t feel sad about leaving if I ever did. And that’s the only thing that really prevents me from suicide is the thought of what it would do to other people.. And parts of myself. Because I know I’d still think of them too.. And it has nothing to do about hating myself. More so I just feel ambivalent and very disconnected.
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