I don't know why I even bother to try and get people to come back to me after everything. Sure, I have a loving bf now and I really do care about him but if I'm going to honest. I miss you guys more. And I know you absolutely hate me rn and definitely wish that I was dead, and I definitely feel like making that wish come true right now. I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks. I've barely even come out of the house and ate because of how stressed, depressed, and manic I've been since the whole thing. I didn't realize that Mint lied until it was too late. and now my life is even worse now. Agent's the only person who's basically keeping me from actually doing it now. Yet it still feels like everyone else is outweighing him. Everyone who cussed me out. Everyone who made me the bad guy during a manic episode. Everyone who broke the promise that they would never abandon me. And everyone who ruined me and other people with fake allegations just for amusement. It's currently 5:06 AM at the time I'm finishing this. And this sunrise will probably be the last sunrise I'll ever see. But it's not like you guys will miss me. Since to you, I'm just a sad pathetic loser who pushes people away and begs them to come back. A loser who is too weak to even prevent their mental issues and ptsd from taking over. You can yell, scream, and insult me all you want now. It's not like I'll even live to have it affect me anyways. Goodbye.
