i wasn't good enough, was i? i'm about to fail my life. i'm gonna cry. but i have more than 200 followers, so the assumed laws of the internet say i should be happy i even have any! even if they never say anything unless i'm getting su!cidal or selling shit. and no, i don't hate you guys, i hate myself. i want to go and never return. i want my door. i want my phone. i want Hunter. I want my father.

i wish he were here. any of them. hunter, noah, alex, any of them. they could help. i miss them. i'll never see Hunter again, and i might not see noah or alex for a while.

mhm

mhm why?

no