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my friends are not my friends and i dont even know if you were ever mine

i feel too much i dont like it

i just wanna get high and die

hold me and tell me it will be fine

every thing feels so performative i wanna die

im tired of feeling things i cant explain

none of this will matter in the end

i have never once felt like i belong here

would you finally understand me when i kill myself?

one day i will stop caring and it will stop hurting (never happening)

what if the only way to stop hurting is to stop existing

i dont think im strong enough for any of this

thinking about killing myself

i cant take being alone but i also cant take the feeling of being a burden to someone

is it really that bad to want a genuine friend

all roads lead back to crying endlessly on the bathroom floor

what is it called when

i thought we were friends

you werent even here when i needed you

what doesnt kill me makes me wish i was dead