I am writing in this for the first time and all I can think is why? why is suicide bad, why am I living to write this? I should die, its not like anyone is out there waiting for me.
It doesn’t matter whether there is someone out there or not. What matters is that we are *here* right now. The difference between here and there is only the distance you are willing to travel to seek out knowledge, wisdom and a prospective companion to accompany you through life. Don’t be afraid to venture out and look at the world from your own perspective. Who knows what you may see.
i know how u feel always being alone wondering what the point is im there too but yet i keep trying over and over to make it work isnt insanity doing the same thing expecting another result. i wish i could find the key that makes people so happy i have looked high and low even went to different states to find happiness where is she ive never seen her or tocuhed her hair i know shes here but can she see me am i transparent have i become like glass physically here but invisible to the world where is the hope where does she hide where does she reside i have never met her not once does she know me does she know im here
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perhaps someone is….
Alone. I like that.
It doesn’t matter whether there is someone out there or not. What matters is that we are *here* right now. The difference between here and there is only the distance you are willing to travel to seek out knowledge, wisdom and a prospective companion to accompany you through life. Don’t be afraid to venture out and look at the world from your own perspective. Who knows what you may see.
i know how u feel always being alone wondering what the point is im there too but yet i keep trying over and over to make it work isnt insanity doing the same thing expecting another result. i wish i could find the key that makes people so happy i have looked high and low even went to different states to find happiness where is she ive never seen her or tocuhed her hair i know shes here but can she see me am i transparent have i become like glass physically here but invisible to the world where is the hope where does she hide where does she reside i have never met her not once does she know me does she know im here