It’s just constant stress, i never go out anymore. All i do is sit in and do work, nobody ever fucking rings me, i could have fucking moved to Antarctica for all anyone notices. Sick of being so fucking disguisting, it fucking sickens me. I’ll never fucking be good enough because everyone else is so fucking gorgeous and i’m nothing. Recently something happend, and people knew,but nobody asked me if i was ok. My closet fucking friends don’t give a shit. Maybe that’s the way it’s always been and ive been too content to notice. I hate the way people change at the flick of a switch. Turing there back on everyone who used to mean something to them. I used to fucking mean something to someone. Now I’m searching for flats to move into because i can’t stay at home, but nobody asks if i want to stay with them for a few days. no, everyones too fucking busy with there fucking perfect lives. dreaming i’ll just fucking go to sleep and not wake up.