At this point although I feel it won’t be the last time I cry, I feel numb. I’ve never really had suicidal thoughts as severe and for most of my life I would always be thankful that I didn’t but I can’t help in doing so now. I can’t help but feeling so fucking alone and just a nuisance to everyone. I feel like I fuck up everything I do in my life and I’m just tired. I woke up and all I felt was pain. Genuine pain. Im just so fucking sad and tired. I don’t have the motivation to do anything and I genuinely feel like I have no one and that no one wants me in their life as much as I do them. Everyone always leaves and at first I thought shit happens but now that it’s happened so much I can’t help to think I’m the one causing everything. Due to this, I don’t see why I should continue my life. I don’t see what good I bring into this world. Would anyone really miss me? How long would it take for everyone to just forget about me? The only thing stopping me is my mother, but even then sometimes it just hurts too much.