i hate people. i hate the negative things they say, and the tiny revelations of whom they are. the moment someone expresses any kind of unhappy thoughts i feel pathetic. i feel like i need to be stronger than they are when i’m not, because i can’t even be strong for myself. i hate knowing about people’s problems because all i can ever think is what can possibly be so damn bad about their life, and i hate myself for it.

i wish no one cared for me. i wish my mom or dad didn’t care for me. I’ve already given up on myself long ago, but it tears me down even more whenever i think that there are others still hoping. one of these days i’m going to do something bad. i really need to feel something again, or maybe just stop feeling altogether.

just when i think they might care…they don’t