i am really having a hard time i am really not doing well and nobody fucking cares. ive been saying i! want! to! kill! myself! all day long and because of that nobody feels like it’s serious or something. all day today, all week really,  i’ve been telling my bf i don’t think i can make it through the night i need help i don’t know what to do and everything keeps getting worse i just get “it’ll get better :D” or “you’ll feel better after you do (the thing that’s been causing me the most stress)” 

nobody will ever consider “damn maybe her feelings were valid” until i’m actually dead. what’s the point of even living?