Hi, hello, greetings!
Is that the right way to start this kind of thing? I don’t know. Really, I don’t care either. I don’t care about a lot of things I probably should.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been suicidal since I was ten, so about a quarter of a century. Yeah, I’m old, deal with it. I had to.
I’ve tried so many times, but it’s never worked out; I keep waking up in ICU with a cable shoved down my throat and a bunch of needles in my arm. I feel like I’m cursed to keep failing, cursed to keep walking this shitty earth while my skin becomes ever more a mass of poorly stitched scars.
But I don’t want to be stuck here. I want it all to go away. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.