Lost Forever In A World Of My Own

Entry 6

August 30, 2017

Stop.

Please, just stop.

Stop everything.

I don't need your criticism.

I don't need your lectures.

I don't need your sarcasm, your terrible advice, your opinion, your stereotypes, your so called sense of style,

just stop.

I don't need it.

I don't need to be told everyday that it would be better if I didn't exist,

I don't need to constantly be told to

"figure it out yourself"

"suck a dick"

"go to hell"

"go kill yourself"

every time I make a goddamn mistake

because I've learned from the phrase

"Ew what are you?"

that apparently I'm not human.

I deserve to die

I deserve to be treated worse than dirt.

That I deserve this.

That I deserve. All of this.

So no, I am not okay.

I am not normal.

I am a piece of trash.

I am not happy.

I am breaking apart at the seams and

apparently it's my fault.

I guess it is.

I never asked to be born.

You should consider that.

I want to die.

And nobody is stopping me.

They think that telling my parents will help me.

Sure, if you think being married off will help me,

then I would love to be your little social experiment

I am so thankful, that I would not only invite you to the wedding,

but also the funeral

that would take place exactly one week after that wedding.

But thank you.

Thank you, oh dear parents for giving life to me, ignoring my opinion, and criticizing my lifestyle,

half of which I chose to please you, as you once,

once

told me to do the right thing.

And so I did.

And now, I am requesting, everyone, ever so politely, to please, for the sake of all in the world that is good,

Let.

Me.

Die.