I don't bring my phone with me everywhere anymore 'cause I know no one's going to hit me up.

I want to cry, but these tears aren't going to change anything. Whatever I do, nothing's going to change. What's done is done, and I can only live with the consequences.
I'm such a fucking failure and disappointment. I hate myself for this. Whatever I do to make it right, it'll never happen.

I'm such a fucking disappointment.
I hate myself for letting this happen. There's really no point of me being here if all I do is disappoint people

Sometimes I think my family would be better off if I wasn't here. I feel like such a burden on them. There's no point in staying here if I'm not welcomed.

This temporary distance in the summer will be amazing for me. Hopefully I can hold up for 20 more days until I leave.

I hate everybody.

I just want to take a hit and forget everything. Even if it's for a short period of time, I'd do anything to get away from this.
Friends, family.. I thought those were the people who would be there for you, no matter what. Well, what the fuck happened to that?