i’m weak.
really, really, really weak.
I don’t know how much longer i can take it.
im aware my capitalization is shit but i dont even care right now.
im so desperate for death
i honestly wish a truck would come through my bedroom window.
all i want for christmas is to be 6 ft under.
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I can relate to wanting some random freak occurrence to kill me. So much better than suicide; no willpower required and your loved ones suffer less. My daydreams are usually about a plane crashing into the house.