Please, don't get me rescued

In the hole. Black hole. So much darkness, so much fear, so much to die for. I just can't do it on my own, but the worst part is that I'm not alone and I can't stand the company. It's nice, I just don't want to be rescued. I feel like it's a worthless try, like if people get too attached to me and me to them I will always be rescued.

In need of psychiatric support ASAP but it's just so hard to go and say: Please, save me...

(Forget about the surprise, at least for now. I can't manage to finish it, maybe because I'm dumb or maybe because I'm just too lazy)

Perfect?

I'm sick. I lose it all of a sudden. I wasn't born like you, you or you... It's something that might kill me. And because I'm not taken seriously I can't take any medication.

Because everything's always alright and the bad things don't ever happen to us, only to the others. So what's wrong is ignored and pretended to be right. The wrong is ridiculed so the wrong people keep trying and pretending to be right. But they're not. They won't ever be. They are who they are, they live how they live, they love who they love and they die with their own reasons. What's the big deal? Why are you always trying to be perfect? Why am I always trying to be perfect? Why is everyone trying to be perfect? People are who they are, there's nothing you can do about it...

Byebye readers,
Oliver.