All I know is how to be unhappy about every thing life has handed me. Anything good that has passed my way is a double edged sword, readily awaiting a moment of weakness to make it’s sharp attack on the already wounded me. It’s hard, so fucking hard, to even live anymore. I don’t even care how melodramatic any of this sounds. Dramatics are what I do best. Scratch that, depression, anger, and misery are what I do best. Trust me, I am feeling each of these emotions a thousand times over right now and it’s literally killing me. The little of me that it doesn’t manage to murder begs me to just end it all with one gunshot, one bottle of pills, one moment of week desperation… After all, suicide is a game that you only win once.
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I hope that what you wrote there was in your darkest hour, and i hope writing it down helped you up the hole. I dont have much advice to give you. I dont know anything about you or your life. But i however do hope that you do not kill yourself. And if you do, remember to do it for the right reasons. As i see it you have to look at the little things, take life one minute at the time. If you keep looking at the big picture, i promise you that it’ll only be harder on you. These words might be hollow and empty for you. And maybe taking your own life, is the best solution for you. I cant say… Only you can, never kill yourself for other people. Taking your own life, is only yourself worth. And if you hesitate, just as much as one tiny second, than dont. If you hesitate, than i dont believe it is the right thing for you to do. I hope you think about this, I hope you do the right thing whatever that is.