Fuck this

Does it even fucking matter anymore.
Im just so fucking pissed off right now.
It feels like everyone ignores me now. Like nobody even fucking cares about me. Everyone would rather watch tv or play games than talk to me. Why the fuck am I even alive still. I bet you that I could put a bullet right through my head, right now, and no one would give a shit. Nobody even fucking cares. No one ever has, or ever will. I wish I could just die.

I wish people would just stop backstabbing me. I get to know someone, to the point where they are my friend, and then when I need them the most, guess where they are. Off doing some other fucking thing and completely ignoring me.

Why can't I just die. I'm done trying to make friends. If I lose a fucking friend, well they can go die in a hole because I'm not forgiving them anymore. I've been backstabbed too many times. I'm just done with people, and life, in general.

I do care.

Even though we fight, I care. This is all I have to say right now.

Hey Cam! I was so happy to see you at Missoula's! Wait, why am I a banana? Sorry. Speaking of which, I'm sorry for being mean after the failed attempt at a visit. Emma and I were just bummed that we couldn't hang out with you. You're a great friend, in fact you're one of the few from Plymouth that still talk to me. Just keep your head up and know that you've got friends from Culver.