I Hate Myself
Several months ago i was misdiagnosed with glandular fever, and have had to stay home from school for several months. During this time i've been so tired that every movement hurts, and i just can't think straight. Now when i say misdiagnosed i mean the doctor i saw first didnt read the data correctly, and after seeing 2 specialists all we learned is that they were wrong, but not what it is. Worst of all, none of my so-called friends have made the slightest attempt of talking to me or seeing how i am. I always knew thought I was weird but now I'm doubting they even care. The depression and loneliness has become so draining i question whether I'm even ill anymore. So far even my parents seem more concerned about getting me to school then making sure im ok, and my father even has the nerve to blame the computer a.k.a. my only source of communication as part of my fuzzy thinking.
My main concern is that if i don't have anyone to care about i have no reason to live. The only reason i'm here is i have no reason to die. Even i think that makes me sound pathetic but i'm done lying and thats the whole truth of it, and i only hope some random strangers will share more insight with me then any of the people that have neglected me so far.
My main concern is that if i don't have anyone to care about i have no reason to live. The only reason i'm here is i have no reason to die. Even i think that makes me sound pathetic but i'm done lying and thats the whole truth of it, and i only hope some random strangers will share more insight with me then any of the people that have neglected me so far.