My friends think I'm whiny. My parents think I'm capable. To my sister I'm a safe haven. To myself I'm a failure.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
Sometimes I wish I was a weaker person. Someone who would just tie the rope to the hook in the ceiling and just make the noose. It'd be so nice to just not care about anything anymore.
Believing in fate really sucks. "If it happens, it happens." The only way I'll kill myself is if I trip and fall really badly. Or if the train I'm on crash. Or if I get hit by a car. You get the point.
I'm like one of the fifteen year-old emo-kids now. No wonder my friends prefer not to speak to me. Can't say I blame them.
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