I can’t stand living with my mistakes, watching people that used to be a part of my life so very happy without my presence. I have never felt anything like this anguish, so piercing and breathtaking. The smiles, the laughter, the memories–all without me and better for it. In my infinite immaturity and selfishness, I want them to experience this pain, this regret, but more so, I want to die. I want to end this sorrow for which there is no other cure but my death.
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I understand what you’re going through… and I’ve been there myself. When nothing is going right and hasn’t gone right in a while, I wish that others would experience and understand what I was going through. As you wrote, it is selfish… but it’s one way of dealing with things. If it helps you cope, then so be it. As for your mistakes and wanting to die, your mistakes probably aren’t as doomsday as you think. I’ve been in situations before where my self-negativity became my worst enemy… and sometimes a step back is needed to help put things in perspective.