I hurts to breath in all the way. I hate having a heart murmur. I keep crying for no reason, I hate having depression. I feel like I’m going throw the fuck up. I hate anxiety. I just hate my fucking life. I should have just committed suicide last November instead of chickening out. Not like anything has gotten any better for me. I have no one there for me. No one gives a shit so why should I care. My life isn’t that important. My dad always says I’m a mistake anyways. Maybe it’s time I start believing him.