I am thinking of all the people who do not miss me.

I hope you’re reading this. You say that you don’t hate me, but your actions say otherwise. When two of my friends died (and you knew them both, mind you), there was no call from you. No text. No message. Not a single word. That really, really hurt me. Today, it hurts me still, just … More Things I Never Got to Say.

I want to die.

There are still dreams of yours I haven’t heard. I want to hear about your fears. I want to know how you think. I want to hear about the little things that happened in your day that brightened it up. It will give me insight on how I can do it, as well. Tell me … More Come back to me.

I can now check off “cry at a Starbucks without anybody noticing as you sip your tea in public” on my bucket list.

Then it’s safe to say here that I want to end my life tonight. 

Even if I died, I don’t think you’ll even care.  Not one bit.

Being alive hurts.