Offended.

I'm trying desperately not to be offended. Desperately.

I am so depressed. And I know there are tonnes of people who say that...but I honestly am. And I know there are tonnes of people who say that too.....ugh..whatever. I'm not here to prove a point.

Here. This is my vulnerability for a while:

I miss Isaiah. I hate everything about this life. I hate it. Losses...gains. I hate it all.

Yesterday I spent a good hour sobbing and you know who came to see if I was okay? Core. I can't talk to him about being raped. I can't tell him about the horrifying memories that are consuming my mind. I went to talk to Amy and she basically said "I have to go, you know my number." I don't get it. What am I?

I'm sick of being shelved. I am sick of life. I hate it all. I've been in bed since 2 last night....it's fucking 5 oclock in the after noon. I"m a deadbeat...I'm worthless and stupid and I'm useless. I hate my life and if no one else hates it, they have no idea who I am.

I just want to die. I want this shit to end. I want to say goodbye.