This world, this place, this “life”. Ive been ready since i was 7. And no one particular event initiated it. I am genuinely a miserable, depressed person, who has no ambition or goals, who is going no where in life. The reason i exist is for my dogs. I couldn’t hurt them and leave them wondering. I couldn’t just turn my back on them. Not when they have been through this whole shit show with me. Why was i born? What good did that serve anyone?
Ive learned in life to never count on anyone but yourself in any situation because you can only hold yourself accountable. If you have no expectations, they will never be broken.
I dont know how many more minutes hours days i can fight for this thing called “life”. Every day the fight gets harder and harder to stay alive. I just want to go to sleep and not ever wake up again.
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I see
Are you still out there?