A vent.once again.

What ever i do,it always ends badly.

Childhood is already enough for me to bear,maybe if i just ended my life somewhere deep in a forest no one would’ve noticed.i want to st4rve myself,(ahem) myself,anything to punish myself.but im too scared and anxious to do it.

Whenever i talk to my siblings,they just…don’t seem to give a fuck about my existence.but i get that im not that interesting than my other sibling anyways. Im still a minor who doesn’t know how to stop crying like a b1tch.

My other sibling (the middle),just really sees me as a random person to be rude to (and takes away my snacks).it’s alright tho.i know im dumb af.and that i won’t even make it to high school,not only mentally,but physically.

The ppl at the mosque won’t even notice im gone by then,wow.couldn’t even pass the quran,hahaha.

It’s funny how no one sees through my act,it feels like im the only one who knows what the fuck is happening through my head.