Sometimes I feel that suicidal thoughts are just a sign of immaturity in extremely emotional and complicated people…

like there’s this block inside of us saying “WE ARE REALLY NOT HAPPY WITH SOMETHING AND WE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT (AND OFTEN DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS)”

I have a little bit more to be grateful for in my life.. though I’m a bit of a space cadet.. bit disorganized.. but people still love me.. I’ve got my friends.. got a girlfriend(s) :p .. I look good .. I ain’t dumb.. I can still eat..

But everytime something shitty happens I dwell and I get discouraged and it’s just this whole spiral inside my head, twists and turns and before I know it I feel like ending my life..

I know that (and most of you fuckers out there should too) that out of all the people in the world.. I shouldn’t have to be the one to be even thinking about ending my life.. but I still do……..

I feel lonely.. my future’s a little bit bleak.. and I’m not sure where the change should happen..

I dun even know what the aim of this is.. but.. fuck………