a link to my reality?

why should memories mean so much?

-i dont need memories where im going-

they only bring sadness

i quite honestly am scared to let people know the real me, im not cool, im not kind, im not pretty, im just fucked up

i suppose im quite glad to have my plan, sure itll hurt the people im with- whoever finds me, god i hope its not S**, but people can get over death, especially if the one who died longed for it

i dont think i deserve anything, i dont deserve the right to share things on here why should i? there are so many talented people- im a waste, useless, i hate myself