I want to die. It’s all I ever think about. This feeling consumes me. It takes over and taints my thoughts. I’m so sad about every aspect of my life. I’ve been like this since I was eight years old. What if I manage to live til the age of one hundred? I don’t want to be stuck like this for decades to come after having already done so for most of my life. I don’t want to dwell on this any longer but it won’t escape me. No one ever finds the time to find out who and what I am. I’m tired of being alone and I just want to find one person who will stick around long enough to help me fix me. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take you anymore. Death is such a welcoming friend.
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I understand. I too grow weary of being alone. I wish well.
Travel Well My Distance Friend
I can relate to how you feel but it is very important to understand that nobody else is going to come along and fix you. Looking at life that way will actually lead to some very toxic and painful relationships. I used to look for relationships to make me feel whole and give me a reason to live. Those relationships never ended well. Nobody can save you. Nobody can be your reason to live. It’s a common theme in tragic romance stories and even in modern movies that you can be a depressed single person until some perfect partner comes along and saves you, but it hardly ever works, sometimes even the stories/movies are honest by showing that it ends up being a disaster in the end.
You have to find the energy to wake up in the morning and make your life what you want it to be. You can’t wait for someone else to come along and do that work for you.