I’ve always wondered why God gave me life. I hate it. Honestly, what’s the purpose of me living when I have nothing good in store. Everyday is just complete shit. I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of feeling so alone. 

I can’t help to think about the worst case scenarios. It’s happened before, what are the odds that it’ll happen again? I can’t get too attached. I refuse to feel that pain again. 

Sometimes, I hate being so emotionally attached to someone. No matter how much they hurt me, I just keep running back to them.