Just another night, thinking that I should have died when I was that new born with a septicemia. I wouldn’t be a waste of time, a waste of space, that shitty daughter, friend, sister. Fuck, I don’t want to see my psychiatrist anymore, it’s useless, I feel worse than ever.
I am such a fucking idiot and it’s all my fault.
I would like to cry, but I still cannot. Where the fuck are my tears ?