I don’t feel anything anymore. I’m just tired. I feel like a walking corpse with no purpose. I don’t feel the sadness anymore, I don’t care about anything really. I just now that I made a promise not too die to soon so that my little sister can grow stronger before I commit suicide and gets a chance to have a normal life, but sometimes I wonder if I m not already long dead. If I am not somehow nothing but a burden taking away the precious time of my friends and family. I should be sad, I should feel sorry for the ones I am going to live behind. I should at least feel something. But I’m empty and my end is near.
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You’re not to blame.