At least for a few days. Maybe then someone would pay attention. Maybe then someone would care. Maybe then they’d miss me.
The times I sit here and ponder what it would be like to die…they come too often lately. And no one does a thing to stop it.
I can’t tell my boyfriend when I feel this way because he can’t handle me confiding in him anymore. He can’t handle my problems along with his own. So what am I supposed to do?