My head is a mess. I’m only 19. I’m a girl but I want to be a boy, no one knows that. My mom only stays with us one month per year ’cause she has to work in another country, my dad has mental problems, I live with him, yay. I only have one friend but we don’t share everything.
I was supposed to live. I was supposed to give something to this world. But no, I’m here, preparing my suicide. No note left, just my Tumblr account can clarify some things about the real me. I have no talent, no social skills, no motivations, just questions without answers.
I can die today, hit by a car. Or choking on something. That’s scary, the infinite possibilities this universe has to end your existence, no matter how good or bad you are. So what’s the big deal if you’re nice, not giving problems to anyone? You “matter” to this world just as much as a villain. Pervert, isn’t it?
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Please don’t go.
Why don’t you live with your mom?
Hey, stick it out for just a little longer. There are people who can relate to you, please don’t go. You know, you are the person you are and if people don’t like it well it just sucks for them cause they’ll never know how cool you are.
I’m just a fucked up person, just fear had hold me until now from doing it.