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Do you even get it? I want to fuckig die. My parents hate me. Even my mother told me she wished I had never been born. My dad acts like I hadnt. He's not even bothered with me since boxing day. I lost my baby. My boyfriend left me. I'm alone and no one gives a fuck. This guy I know, he's fucking me every now and again, sometimes he even lets me cum. Which is nice, I suppose, shows a bit of consideration. But let's face it, I will always be a whore, a fat disgusting whore. And no one will ever want to be with me, as a friend, or a family member, or a lover. I'm sick of being alone, of being unwanted. Like my mum said; "No one will miss you". Maybe I should just shoot myself. I don't have a gun. I can't tie a rope, and I can never cut deep enough. I tried to drink bleach once, and I survived. I don't have pills.
My roof will have to do.
My roof will have to do.
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