none of my friends ever check up on me. i don’t check up on them either. so how, in what way, are we friends? today’s a bad, dark, horrible day. my whole head hurts from crying. i go on /r/depression, look at all the other depressed people. don’t feel any better, just want to die more. today is one of those special days where i want to tear up everything beautiful, everything wholesome in sight. i want to be alone in some ugly corner of the globe. i feel like i can’t stand anything good or special or bright. people like me don’t die surrounded by beauty or love. people like me deserve to die alone, lucid as broken glass, so clear and sharp everything hurts.