Have you ever wanted to tell someone this? I've want to tell someone this countless of times. But I've never had the courage to.

I don't know. I miss so many people so much now.

I miss having people by my side. I miss you... I really do.

How many people told me they are there for me but they never was? How many people told me they will never leave me but they end up leaving me? How many left me despite seeing me crying? How many people watch me bleed but just walk away? How many people actually throw me away? How many people actually replace me?

It's kinda countless. It's funny how people keep telling me they love me, they care. But if they do, they wouldn't leave me like I was worthless.

Next time someone tell me they're gna be there for me, I'm gna laugh in their face & tell 'em : 'Everyone says that, but no one actually means it. So please don't lie to me. I've had enough false hopes. I've enough crying. I've enough waiting for people to care. So, you can just tell me you'll leave me one day, cause I understand.'

I've been crying at home all the time, looking at my phone. Thinking I can tell someone. But no one even bother replying me, even bother caring.

How many times have I cried alone? How many times have I want to tell someone but knowing the person don't care, I've to shut up? How many times have the people I told, tell the whole world? How many times have I trust the wrong person?

I don't understand why you've family when they just let you down over & over again. I don't understand why you've friends when they will leave you eventually.

When I'm gone, please be happy. Cause this feeling. This empty feeling, I can't do it anymore. I need to do it. Goodbye. I'm so sorry.

Hi. I've depression & eating disorder. I starve myself all the time cause I hate myself so damn much. I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror cause I'm so fat&ugly. I used to eat every meal. But I had skinny friends, I couldn't take how fat I was. Slowly, I starve. I've depression cause my ex broke up with me. It got worse this year. I self harm. No one understands. People ask me to stop, for 'em, but they don't understand it's an addiction that can't be stop. I try everyday to control the urge but trust me, it's hard. Cutting's like crying to me. Only that I do it everynight. I gave up on myself, I give in to the urge. Cause I no longer have the strength to fight it. The urge is overwhelming, it can even make you cry for apparently no reason. No one truly understand no matter how many times they tell me they do. I wanted to commit suicide so many times. I gave up on life. It seems pointless to even live. I don't understand why I'm even living. To me, it's more selfish to not force someone who is so unhappy here. Isn't it?