not even my suicide attempts are as good as your friends, nothing i do wil lever be so good, dont worry, your words are helping give me the courage to cute again, i think i can do it. maybe even tonight. im so tired of all this shit, there is no place for me, not even my sadness will be recognized. not a single part of me is seen or heard, all around me is a haze, i can't tell reality from fiction anymore, it all mixes together, this glass blocks the clock, i can't see what time it is. i dont know what day it is. 
its all a blur. nothing to live for, nothing to look forwards to 
you guys will follow me wherever i go theres no escape, no running away, do you know how many random people i've never met before who tell me "take your meds schizo, wheres your caretaker, nice mental home you live in?" even though i live by my fucking self, no care taker, no mental home? its all so fucking tiring, and if i try to defend myself they just get more hostile and double down, you guys have ruined not only my vr life, but any fucking life i try to lead fucking anywhere, there is literally nowhere for me to go, nothing to live for, and nothing i can do to make me happy anymore. you're so seriously fucked, and now you can't even take my suicidal tendencies seriously? let me give you some fun info, i get neetbux primarily for depression. it definitely runs in my family, my little sister would always try to kill herself with overdosing on pills, haha whats funny is nobody knew i was t rying to kill myself, too, not until they remodeled the room i used to live in and found all the broken stuff and the t-shirt rope i tried to hang myself with, maybe ive failed every time before now, but i keep on trying anyway, fruitlessly, trying, to escape, this hell. there is no good place on this earht, not on the streets, not on the internet, and i have no home. no fucking home. nowhere to be, nowhere to go. there is none left.
>>297101947
i dont live in a fucking mental home, sociopath