Alone. I have no one. There isn't a single person who wants to be around me right now. I don't blame them. I can only blame myself. It is solely my fault. Sometimes I'd prefer to make people angry then to be ignored. I feel small and invisible. I have some wounds from a few weeks ago that have finally begun to fully heal. I didn't think they were going to scar but they did. Fuck. I'm ugly and I deserve it. FUCK. I keep choosing superficial self harm over permanent death. FUCK. I hope I die alone.