Why do I have to cry over every slight inconvenience? Why do I have to be so weak? I just want to die so badly. But I want to believe there's hope. Hope for me to be in a better place. I'm not even thirteen, but I'm tired of living. All it's bringing me is pain. I don't want to grow up and deal with far worse. I just want to feel happy again. Without a care in the world. When people still loved me.