Honestly I’m fucking done. No one cares about me nobody cares that I’m alive I’m a fucking burden so in poetic nature I think I was taking all my antidepressants and die today. I lives for 23 years that’s enough I’m not going through this every year. People acting like they care but when it comes to holidays I’m always fucking alone and I’ve reached out but nobody cares I can’t live life alone I need people around I need support. I’m done. I have the whole day to build my bravery up but today is it. I’m also depressed and it’s not other peoples fault I just don’t wanna put my body through more and more stress every year that’s going to eventually kill me I’ll just do it myself. I thought at least one person say happy birthday especially after a year but it’s OK that’s fine they will have to worry about it ever again