I wish I had money.

Just so I can go buy pills and try again.

I didn’t have enough last time.

I tried to commit suicide after my birthday in October.

I was forced to stop self-harming, and am still forced to take three prescriptions so I won’t try anything.

I have little to no emotions. I feel numb.

I don’t belong in this world. I don’t fit in anywhere.

Someone kill me. Please.

I just want someone to love me.

That’s it. That’s all I want.