How the hell do I have friends? How am I, a selfish bastard, the one who can get these wonderful people to be my friends? What did I do to deserve these kindhearted people?
If any of my friends are reading this, thank you. Thank you for staying with me through everything I've been through and done for you. I love you all so much.
You are the reason I am still alive. Thank you. All right! Give it up for not being dead! Woo hoo!
YOU ARE READING
Do Me a Favour
RandomThis is a collection of depressive thoughts and stories, something like a rant storybook. Its usually just some things that I am not comfortable telling people irl. TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM
