Can’t sleep. Watching the same shit on tv that I always do… I’m just a waste of space. A waste of a person. I would trade my life for someone who greatly wants one like those poor kids who have cancer or leukemia. I would spare mine in a heartbeat. When I believed in GOD, I prayed to him asking him to take my life away and to give it to one of those kids….
Again, counting down the days that I actually kill myself. Feelings are stronger than I ever felt. I know I won’t live to see my 23rd bday. My gift to myself will be death.