why is what we call “life” any good? I dont seem to fit the mold. Outcast. Depressed. Done.
Every minute of my life I think about this being “off” and wanting it all to “stop”.
If I actually did off myself and my lights go out then I will not know anything.. I hope.
This all seems to much for little o’me. I’m just not wanting to do this anymore. How do I change?
I guess I dont.