I don’t know anymore.
I didn’t bother what the doctors said about my mind.
I disagreed and I denied the evaluations. All that matters is what I know.
I bothered what people said about my mind.
They mocked. They joked. They sarcastically accept what you have.
But I don’t know where the line overlaps.
So, I sarcastically accept I’m a normal edgy emotional fuck.
I am a normal edgy emotional fuck.
I just want to die without labels but some sort of clarification would help.
Do all humans crave death? I guess in a certain part of our life, it does become a norm.
Do we have to have a labeled illness to kill ourselves? Is it just something to put on our tomb?
They don’t know me and I certainly have no idea who I am.