Why should I live? Nothing matters. Sure, I have “friends” but they don’t care. I have music, but it can’t listen to me. I have him, but he doesn’t listen to my suicidal thoughts. Everybody judges me. I’m alone in a sea of preppy girls and jocks. My one escape is self-harm, but it’s not enough. Cutting just isn’t enough any more. I’m going to die. I know I am. I’m going to be the one to do it. I’m not gonna sit around waiting for “The Grimm Reaper” I’ll become the Reaper and kill myself.
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We have all felt that way. I thought the same thing. Next thing I knew i was stuck in a prison like stress center. I don’t recomend it. You can always talk to us.
We’re listening to you here. Talk to us.
You can always count me on your side.
Thats a very common question on this site. I suspect it would take anyone that knew a very long time to answer it!
Your still young. Plenty of time to figure things out.
I’m going to lay it out here for you. Honestly there is no meaning of life. Life is meant to die. But before you go and end it ask yourself “why?” Life is also meant to live. there can’t be death without life. Make the Grimm Reaper wait. Give him something to look forward to.