Is it so wrong to care and be cared for?
Why? Why can't we all just get over that blockade of caring and let ourselves potentially get hurt?
Why do I keep doing this?
Why am I fucked up?

I've never cried so often from one person who's still alive.

THINGS WILL BE BETTER.
FUCK ALL OF YOU. THINGS WILL BE BETTER.
FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU.
I'm sick of being told it only gets worse. I'm sick of being told I'll die in a heap. I'm sick of being told.
I'm so sick of it that it makes me sick.
Physically ill. I've stopped vomiting, but I feel it clenching my heart. I feel the desire to sleep for the rest of my life.

I might do it now, but really, fuck you all.
It's not the end yet. Utterly frustrated.
I hate and love.

And again, fuck you.