i don’t really understand why i think about killing myself all the time. the feeling and thoughts don’t even derive from bad memories or events. they’re simply always there.
people tell me all the time to realize that my life isn’t bad, but that’s not the problem, im aware of that.
it’s just, i think i’m the problem. that I don’t deserve to be here. but what the fuck did i even do wrong?
i try my best to be respectable, i care about people who don’t even give two shits about me, others always come before myself. i try to be good, i think i am pretty decent.
so why […]