Suicide has been on my mind since 2009.

After being raped, losing my older brother, my aunt getting cancer, being dumped because I wouldn’t put out, and much much more, I haven’t been able to take it. I’ve cut myself a lot, I burned myself as well, and it scarred pretty bad. I look in the mirror and I don’t like the person I see. I’m mean, nasty girl and it shows. I was recently dumped and that pushed me over the edge. I begged and cried for him to take me back but he won’t. He doesn’t realize what he has done to me.

I swear, if one of my friends who follow me on here even dare to text or call me saying, “Oh you can always talk to me! I’m always here for you!” I will call bullshit because I have tried to talk to every single one of my friends but none of you listen.

Suicide is and has been on my mind. I promised myself I’d try till the very end, but I’m just not happy. And since no one cares, why should I?

I’m done. Officially done.