Things didn’t go as I imagined them to. I was supposed to be dead by now.
I was sure some things would go wrong but they didn’t. And when they did, I gave myself time and things got better. It’s like nature makes things better for me. I didn’t even work hard to make things better. I don’t want things to get better. I wanted to die.
I have lived milestone to milestone, in hope that the day I don’t reach the milestone I will end it all. I hope I fail to reach my next milestone. But that milestone is 5-6 years away.
I want to die but I don’t have enough reasons right now.