that there are other people like me out there. I wake up and try and get through the day as best I can, but I feel as though it’s all aiming towards nothing. My outlook on life is bleak – it sounds like generic “I’m depressed” shit.. but hey, I guess I’m another generically depressed person. Death is on my mind constantly, I feel like being alive is the most selfless thing I can possibly do, because I know I’m not alive because I want to be. I’m alive because I can’t bear the thought of hurting everyone, or someone I love having to find me. I don’t know why I care about that when I care about nothing else. I’ve tried killing myself before, I remember crying with relief and then frustration because it hadn’t worked. I’m petrified of there being an afterlife, I can’t stand the idea of watching the world for eternity. I hope death is like a dreamless sleep.