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im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.

Sure Nice Ok heres what i think * Mimes the action of falling to my knees and curling inwards and wordlessly stabbing my self in the stomach with a dagger Over and over and over and over and over and over again*

I feel like my greatest sacrifice will be to die in silence, away from those I love. I want them to be free.

You’re just chilling and it just hits you that you’re unlovable and no really likes you and that you

unfortunately i actually AM impossible to love and its not just all in my head

Just once, I want my absence to be felt.

I feel like I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve to eat, sleep, be kind to myself, to be loved, and I especially don't feel like I deserve to live.

i know i am a weak person because every time something feels too hard i immediately think of killing myself to escape

i think the only life that's possible for me likely ends in suicide

"everything will be alright" yeah maybe after I die

my insides feel rotten, i dont feel like a real person