Do you ever lay awake in your bed at 6 am after you cried for an hour under the shower and wish that you can turn back time?

Back to when you were 13-14. Back to the only fckin time when you were happy in you life. Back when you had real friends and ppl that actually cared for you.

And then you ask yourself why you didn’t kill yourself allready back then.

Why didn’t I jumped in front if that fucking train? Why didn’t I do it? It felt so good for the few moments they thought I was dead.

I fucking miss them so much.

I wish I would have stayed 14 forever…