I'm so tired and I keep thinking about everything you said

[iaaboura]

I'm pretty young. How have I lost this much? How did this happen? What did I do wrong? I know what I did. I know it was wrong. I know that people are tired of me. I know. I know this all. I'm asking questions but I know the answers to them. I know the one way I can make myself feel even a little better. I'd go back to my best friend. I'd let him do whatever. Say whatever. Whatever. I don't care. He was the only one willing to stay with me. Now no one will. No one. I could cut myself and show my mother and she wouldn't care. It's not worth the effort to care for me.