Dear... Everyone and Everything
I hate you. I really do.
It was never "How are you doing?", or "Wanna go out and get something to cheer you up?"
No. It was always "How's your mom?” and “How's home?"
No one, NO ONE ever thought to check up on me. Ask me how I was. Ask if I want to go out. NO. I've been so fucking depressed and want to die. I can't take it anymore. I'm only 15. I shouldn't be thinking about this. I hate life so much. And I hate everyone who didn't think to check on me, and I hate school, but most of all I hate myself. I need help but I'm scared to ask for it. I need to be in a hospital or something. But no. I hate this.