happy bday to me

How am i gonna be fat black AND POOR? Im endidnng it

I’m dying my posts r so corny

i wanna explore with someone

guess we can’t all have what we want

kuala lumpur

i’m so interested in people’s lives no one’s interested in mine but i have no life so it doesn’t matter anyways. when ppl ask me how i am or how my day is which is like never i get so shocked i don’t even know how to reply, i don’t feel human idrk who i even am

my lifes so meaningless, i don’t want this to be the end.. no one will care if im gone

the summer before it all went wrong:

check up on the ppl u talk to , what if they’re trying to do bad things to themselves

this might be my last night

hope i dont die

give a cat a biscuit hoping it finds more biscuits and then helps u get biscuits urself

poor loser i’m a

being sad is one thing but being poor & sad is the ultimate depression i’m actually depressed as fcuk

lol

5. ur life never mattered. ur not a girl or a boy. u have no sense of identity. ur just a being living as the side character… not even—ur not even apart of the “movie”. no one asks abt what u did or what u like and even if they did u wouldn’t know how to answer

3. no one cares abt u. they only care abt benefiting themselves and their friends. they’ll have no remorse and act unaware/ not care bc their up and think they have their life set 4. ppl will use u for ur ideas , looks, money (even if ur poor), no one actually likes u for u

after being alone and isolated for almost all my life, i’ve came to the following conclusions: 1. depression might not be the problem. it’s loneliness and isolation that leads to depression 2. humans are social beings, if u don’t talk or have ppl/friends, ur life is meaningless

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