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I’m not asking you to fix me. I’m not asking you to prove that you understand me. I just want to be able to talk without feeling like I have to compete with someone else’s pain.

Yeah… you’re right. I really shouldn’t be on Tumblr. Just by existing here I ruin things for the people around me, make them uncomfortable, and it would be better if I just disappeared soon. I don’t have anyone I can rely on in real life. I barely have any friends. That’s my fault. I started Tumblr because I was lonely. And yet it ended up like this… I guess I’m just not cut out for connecting with people at all. I tried quitting Tumblr for a week once, but I kept checking whether anyone had DMed me or reacted to anything. I’m really, truly, unbearably lonely.When I’m alone, all the negative stories people have told me start hitting me. They keep blaring in my head like a siren that never stops. Even though I’ve said over and over that I don’t want to hear it, why does everyone keep doing cruel things to me? They just want to feel better by showing off how miserable they are. Everyone insists their pain is worse. They’re taking control away from me just so they can feel good about themselves. All the painful, awful things that happened on Tumblr are stuck in my head, rusted in place, and they won’t leave. Really. When I sleep they show up in my dreams. When I’m awake my head is constantly screaming like a siren. Non-stop. I think I need to die soon. The only way to make this head shut up is to die. Just die. What do you think? I’m already a hopeless person. Is there anything you want to say to me before the end? You’ll probably get angry looking at this pathetic reply of mine. I’m sorry. I think I’m already done for. Thank you for the message.

I can’t endure this anymore. I’m completely overwhelmed, and I just can’t take it.