Honestly, it’s my fault at this point. It’s 2023. And new fucking year. I’m about to be evicted, my car is about to be impounded, my boss screams at me when things she taught me is wrong. I was fired last year, my mom died, no one who loved me is even alive.

I have no friends. I have no family. I have people who lie to me, tell me they care about me, and then I never hear from them again.

“We’re a team.” They are all a bunch of fucking liars. “You’re not alone.”

I’m a toxic person who doesn’t deserve to live.

I should be dead.

My parents are dead. My sister is dead. I should be fucking dead. But I’m not. I’m here to fucking suffer.

All I do is suffer.

No one really cares. No one ever actually cares.

I have a matching “bestie” tattoo with someone who used me until she got a boyfriend. My mom died and no one reached out.

I’m alone.

I’ll only ever be alone.

I deserve death.

Why can’t I die?