Why is life so unfair? I never asked to have this shitty disease that drains the life out of you. I never asked to feel the shit I do everyday. I didn't ask to be fucking addicted to shit that no one should ever even be close to. I'm called an attention whore by people I am close to for trying to express emotions. My own family invalidates the pain that they caused. I am called a slut for sleeping around because I need validation and warmth which I wad denied as a child. I just wanted to be normal and live a happy life. Never at any point did I want this. I am losing a self of identit, I can't even get out of bed and I am covered in scars which I obtained from trying to feel something. My ten year old brother pointed out the scars on my body today and I just want to fucking die. I feel so used now that I know that I whored for attention from people I shouldn't even have been closed to but unfortunately it makes me feel comforted even when in miserable. There isn't any point in living if your life is just one failed suicide after another.