Anyone,

I highly doubt anyone will answer this but I’m desperately craving answers at this point. God, what happened to me? That’s what I’ve been asking myself lately. I remeber when I was little, I didn't care at all, I miss that. If I knew that when I grew older that I would start to care about everything, I would have never grown up.

It sucks, you know? I try not to let people get to me, but god is it hard. I fucking hate myself. I fucking hate the fact that I let myself down. I’m not even sure when this started but I wish it would stop.

 Am I going crazy? Am I going mad?

Is it wrong to hate myself the way I do? Is it wrong to have the desire to die?

Am I just nuts?

Was I just born this way? Was this supposed to happen?

 I’m going insane, aren’t I?

Is it normal to dream of death every night?

Last but not least, why isn’t anyone noticing?

No one cares, I guess.

They have their own lives to worry about. They all go on about life like no one is dying when I am. I’m fucking dying inside and I’m scared.

I’m fucking scared of the dark. I’m scared of what I may do

But no one cares about me anymore.

And the sad part is, I am starting to not care either.

With all my dying love,

E