flesh

lol, someday

depends how sexy you are

i can barely remember what it's like for somebody to be excited to talk to me

111 days of dead air

I don't blame you one bit

i can't stop deluding myself into thinking i could ever truly mean anything to anyone

need someone to convince me to follow through with it and hold me while I die

people can't even pretend to care about me anymore because it's so hard to

getting more serious about suicide every day and nobody cares

somebody please love me

none of them care

if my life has no meaning maybe my death will

i'm so sad i'll never get to hold my brain in my hands and crush it

how am i supposed to come to terms with the fact that i'll never be loved?

i'm having such a difficult time pretending my life actually matters

I wish I was a puddle of flesh

not a single soul

i need to stop acting like it matters. i need to stop acting like anybody cares

77 days and you haven't thought of me once

i wish i could matter

crying for help