I don't want to live.

I. Hate. This. Life. Chosen. For me.
I'm in love with a guy who doesn't want a relationship with me.
I have a daughter I apparently can't provide for.
I have a mother who bitches about me living with her and eating her food.
I have a sister who is a major bitch and only cares about herself.
I have no friends what-so-ever.
And I hate it all.
Oh and a baby I can't even keep. Fantastic.

I don't want to be here. I don't want to feel this pain anymore.
I have no emotional support. No body to listen to me. I don't even feel worth it anymore.
Sometimes I honestly feel like giving Lailah to Scott's family and killing myself.
I'd write her letters for the entire future.
I don't wanna be here.
I hold on hoping things will get better but I still feel worthless.
I get bitched at for eating and having a room to sleep in.
God forbid.
I should just die.
Please let me die.

What I have to do for mom:
Weds - Pick up moe at 12am, bring dad drs 6am, bring jaz to work 4pm.
Friday - pick up Melissa, Lexi, and Chelsea
Tuesday - Be home with Moe to watch daycare so mom can go to the gym 11:30am
Mon- Get Melissa 1:40pm, bring dad to drs 9am