Notes

I do everything wrong.
I can never do anything right.
I can't even talk about myself without pointing out everything I hate about myself.
I can't stop myself from crying whenever one person says they hate me.
I can't stop myself from hating myself.
There's something wrong with me.
I wanted attention.
I wanted it so bad that I lied.
Now everyone hates me, including myself.
I hate me. I hate everything about me. I want to kill myself.
I want to stab a knife into my brain because it's too stupid.
I want to rip out my heart because it's too sensitive.
I want to burn my whole body for being born wrong.
But I can't kill myself.
Then the people who say they like me would be sad.
Then the people who hate me would hate me even more.
I shouldn't have been born.
If I wasn't then everyone would be happy.
Then I wouldn't be sad anymore.
I hope it hurts when I die.
I hope I get what I deserve.
For being a stupid liar who can't even get a simple question on a test right without crying my eyes out.
If I didn't have friends, then it would be easier.
Then I could kill myself and not have to worry about them trying to join me.
I wish I didn't have bullies.
Then I wouldn't even have to kill myself.
I'm sorry for every lie that came from me.
I'm sorry for every time I took my anger out on other people.
I'm sorry for being so worthless.
I want to kill myself, but then I would be more hated and accused of lying.
I'm sorry.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care at all if a few people hate me more. I won't know they hate me if I were hung up by a rope, connected to the branch of a tree. I wouldn't know they hate me when I get buried. It'll be so fun to be happy for once. It's so fun, I wish I could cut myself until my wrist looked like a red barcode. I would be so happy that I'd finally get justice on myself, I'd be so glad to finally get what I deserve.
I want to say goodbye to everything
I would be so happy.
I would be so happy.
I would be so happy.
I wouldn't be sad.
Or happy.
Or mad.
Or anything.
I'll be nothing.
I'll be dead.
That's what I consider happiness.
It will be good.
I know it.
It will be good to hang from the tree I fell off of.
It will be good to hang from it because that's where I got my heart broken.
It will be good because that would mean I won't be heartbroken anymore.
I want to die.
It will make everyone happy to know that I died.
I know it.
I just want everyone to be happy.
They will be when I die.
A little hate won't be too bad.
I'll love it.
I'll love my last breath and I'll love my last word and I'll love that no one will be able to stop me.
I feel so happy when I bleed.
I feel so joyful.
Death would mean I would be happy forever.
Then no one will give me alternatives to cutting.
And they won't give me false sympathy.
I'll be the happy because no one would tell me to kill myself.
They wouldn't be able to.
I'd be dead already so they can't say it anymore.
I'll be the most fucking happy because I won't have to listen to any more fucking idiots try to take sympathy from people with lies.
I can tell they're lying.
I can tell they're lying because I used to be like them.
But no one listens to me.
They tell me I'm too mean.
They tell me I'm a bully.
They tell me to kill myself.
Wouldn't that make them meaner than I was?
I deserve it so much, I want it so bad. I want to be hung by neck.
I love it so much.
It would feel better than sympathy.
I would love it so much.
But I already threatened to kill myself twice.
If I did it a third time, no one would believe me.
Then even my friends would get bored of me.
I'm so


sorry.
Friends.
Bye.