I tried to be happy but people seem to enjoy seeing me sad so they brought me down again.
All I have ever wanted was just one single friend. I cherish the few kind messages I have received. I received more hatred than kindness, but for a long time kindness ruled out hatred. But now I’ve had more than enough. I know I am not perfect, but why wouldn’t people keep their promises and stay? People make promises that they won’t hurt me like others do, but they end up doing so even after they make me believe that I can trust them. I have been called a liar, a bitch and a lot of other things but nothing hurts me more than the people who I loved the most telling me to commit suicide.
I guess that time is near now. I hope this time it will be over. I had enough of heartbreaking stuff over and over.