Sometimes I feel like this. Like I’m standing on the edge and so much of me wants to just fucking jump. I see all these other people all depressed and I want to scream and be like “FUCK YOU! YOU THINK YOUR LIFE IS BAD?!” I burried my fucking mom. The one person I still fucking need. Life is fucking shitty. Its cruel, vicious really. I’m not alone though. Thats the only thing that keeps me going, and my will to do something, make her proud. Also the fact that their are kids who don’t know what its like to have a fucking mom OR dad…OR food. So my life could be worse, much much worse. However, sometimes I do want to jump off a fucking cliff because of all the damn negative shit. I miss her though. So fucking much. I can’t let anyone close to me anymore. I push everyone away when I feel like they’re getting close. I can’t lose anyone else important to me. I reuse to. How much more can one person handle? I already feel broken enough. Lost. Abandoned. Whatever. I just needed to rant. Vent. Scream. So ignore this. Thanks.