Death

I don't know know what to do. I'm lost, I'm hurt, I'm dying, I'm dead.

Feeling scared and sad and hateful all the time is not living.

It happens over and over again. It never stops, and there's nothing I can do to even try.

He doesn't love me. She doesn't love me. They don't even realize how much I need them, how their mere existence makes me want to stay alive, how they give me such hope and make me think that if I could just make it through one week or day or hour, then I can be okay.

I'm probably gonna wake up with frostbite.

Rest, dear Josh. Thanks for that one class we had and for being so kind. You deserve to sleep and learn and smile on the inside.