Feeling pain. That’s the only thing I’m good at. Yet, I’m too much of a coward to commit suicide. I hate being scared. Every time I look at that helium hood, I feel so scared. Maybe it’s just the way it looks, but I wish that fear would go away. I failed at being a writer. I failed at being a likeable person. I just wish I could go away and sleep for an eternity.
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being too much of a coward to commit suicide means that you’re brave enough to live, brave enough to keep facing the world. and how do you know that you’ve failed at being a writer?
being too much of a coward to commit suicide means that you’re brave enough to live, brave enough to keep facing the world. and how do you know that you’ve failed at being a writer?