I came up to the sick bay, because I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle of my own skin, I feel like I'm overheating, I asked them to call my mum, and she said she'd come pick me up - it's been 4 hours since then. 4 hours, she said she wouldn't be long, but she forgot about me. she doesn't have a job, so she has the flexibility. I'm just so sick of being forgotten by everyone even my own mother, I ****ing hate it so much, I hate being alive, I hate everyone because in reality I'm nobodies favorite person, nobody loves me, maybe it would just be better for me to die