My misery feels like a never ending story. Everything I do and say is wrong and everything that happens is my fault. At least that is what my closest family tells me, and I can’t do more than agree. I am so sick and tired of my life, and if I had had the guts, I would have ended it right now. Just swollowed some pills and slowly go into a forever-lasting sleep. I am ashamed of myself, ashamed of my thoughts but I seriously can’t take this shit anymore, my life is forever ruined and the only one I have to blame is myself.
I need to put an end to this misery, fuck this world, the only thing keeping me here is my baby son, he is the only reason I’m still alive, but now It feels like I have to him the favor and just leave, before I destroy his life too.