You know, loving someone makes me feel like I have a purpose, a purpose to protect, care, work, love them. But the thing is the one that I love doesn't love me back. Even my family don't felt sincere in loving me. For me, it just kinda hurt at the same time happy. Happy because it's always my dream to suicide. Nobody cares about me so why not just kill myself than annoying them, right?
did i cant study for fuck's sake
