i hate living. i hate myself. i hate school. i hate working every weekend. i hate being an adult. i wanna go back to being a little girl. i have about 24 hours to turn in 4 essays or i will fail my literature class. i keep having moments where i feel fine and sure that everything will be OK, then that feeling disappears and i am upset and lonely again. i remember when i was little. i liked school, had friends, always did my homework, had good grades. what happened? why am i like this? why am i such a failure? does my family get tired of me? sometimes i wonder if i should’ve have taken my own life back in 2019, like i was sure i would. i just don’t know anymore. i’m sorry. i’m sorry to everyone i am a burden to. i’m sorry to my mom, dad, siblings, grandparents, and others. i’m sorry to all of you. i am going to cry myself to sleep and secretly hope i don’t wake up.