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another Valentine's day passed and I'm still here, single. the problem isn't exactly that I am single, it's because I am alone. all my friends are happy with their partner and my mind is killing me.
there is a person that I like, and they sometimes act like they feel the same, but I don't know if it's true anymore because yesterday I heard them saying they like a friend of mine, and this made me want to cry so hard
why does this happen to me? why does it have to happen to me? I feel like there is no one waiting for me, like no one cares about me, not just because of this but everything that is happening these days.
I tried killing myself yesterday, and I swear that I swallowed everything I could, but I didn't die. why am I still here? what is my purpose? to suffer? why does it have to be so hard to feel loved or even wanted? if I die, who would care? my parents would be grateful for it, my friends would at maximum be a bit sad but next week would hang out together like I never existed in the first place.
I hate myself and everything about me