But I get back from P.E last period then I go home, so I'm all tired and fucking sweaty and have a massive headache. I wish I could call u tho.

Sometimes I just need more of u. Like calling u, not just texting. Because I at least see my friends everyday and talk to them in person. But ur far away and I can't even fucking see u unless u drive or fly here. So that's kinda why I get really sad or freak out a bit when I dont call u when I really wanted to call u.

How are you going to stop me.

I want to.

And I'm gonna fucking kill myself, how about that

Here's the thing. No one likes me. I hate myself. You don't like me back, u can't change those things or convince me into thinking something else.

I'm not good at drawing. I'd be too problematic for u irl.

Promise me rn. You would.

You'd get sick of me.

I'm not if they all never like being around me

One more thing to add. You don't like me back.

No it won't

My grades are gonna drop.
Oscar is FUCKING MOVING
That stupid girl from ELA is just gonna keep bothering me and I've got to pretend to not mind it.
P.E is gonna get worse
I'm gonna get fatter and uglier and no one will like me
My parents will be disappointed in me
I will be marked as a "special" kid because I have depression.
People will treat me differently once they find out I have depression.
Emma's left me
Oscar is leaving me
Caleb left me.
Monica, Brianna, kimmy has left me. When I mean left me, they never talk to me. Ever.

I just want to end all this.

My life sucks. I want to die.

I just want to die.

But you would forget.

Don't. You've already lost one friend, which you've pushed through the pain. You'll know what it feels like to loose another. Plus, you'd forget about me when I'm dead. Its no big deal

I heard that there is someone in oregon that's doing school shootings. Who knows which school but I hope it's mine so I could die

You didn't do anything that much, I'm just saying.

I could fucking end up killing myself one day because of a small ass word you said. I could be at the last straw one day idk what else to call that and end up killing myself because of that. I'm literally thinking of doing suicide rn. But i don't know how my parents wouldn't see me taking the knife into my room.

I've FUCKING told you before. If I'm fucking talking shit about myself and I'm actually mad or sad, u saying "funny" things never helps. It just shows to me that you don't care or take this seriously.