The idea of dying calms me down, because that’s what you feel when you don’t need care about the next day. And that’s the only thing I want. I don’t want die to go to hell or heaven or even another place that people believe. I want die to cease my existence, to cease the pain, go to the void.
Life is just pain. If you stop and think, you will see that! We pass 90% of our time desiring our 10% of happiness. So 90% of the time we are in deep shit. And then people ask why I hate leave. Every time is just pain through pain and when you think he good stuff is coming, it’s just an ilusion and then back to your endless pain.
I’m tired of fighting against the pain. I’m tired of fighting against this thing that is inside me pulling me down. I give up, I want to die.
I miss you. I know you don’t even remember who i am. Everyday without you is a day that I disare to be hit by a truck, take shot or cut my wrists and die.
I’m not brave enough to try kill myself again. I’m so useless that the first time I did, I didn’t die. Useless!
I’m now in my bathroom cutting myself, not enough to die (as I said I’m not brave enough), but to fell the pain and remember the trash I’m. The one that lost you self forever, because I could Ld not be the person that you expected.
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I lost someone too. I fell in love with a girl a while ago, about a year. She moved away and broke up with me. I get every day being a struggle without them. I don’t know if you fell in love too or if it’s a mother or dad or aunt or friend, but I relate.
Idek if there’s even message on this shiz but if you wanna talk go ahead. We’re both anonymous to each other.
Some people do read, having a title matters…