I hate being me. I wish I was someone else. Why I have always to fuck up things? Friendships destroyed..all because of the stupid depression.

Why I keep on living. I don’t want to be strong anymore. No more. No more..Perhaps its time for me to make an exit into the great unknown. My final journey.

I live on borrowed time. It’s almost up..

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