The day i dread every effing year. After all my whole life was/is a mistake in the first place. Its coming…the day is coming and i dont want it to come this year and i can stop it. I have the power and the plan this year and ive never had that. Its the fake attention and the people suddenly noticing your existence. And the next day your gone again. Happy effing birthday. At least thats how i felt about it when i was younger…a child. Now i dont care. I just dont want to live at all. And that day is coming. I can feel it in my bones. Im just so sad every day. Meds arent working. Med changes arent working. Im tired of fighting. Im tired of being alone. Im sick of this stabbing pain in my gut called living. So painful
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I feel exactly the same way.
My birthday i a week and a half from now.
I don’t want it.
Yeah I feel the same since 13 years old. I’ve wanted to be dead since 13 I don’t know how to kill myself quickly and efficiently or else I’d stop talking about it and do it.
Stabbing pain in the gut called living is a good way to describe how I’m feeling. Thank you for that analogy.