whats your wish for christmas?

i wish to die. Simple. My only one wish is to die.

Please. Honor my christmas wish.

im getting my fail report and i know my life is a fail. can i die?

this is something i wrote by myself:

Shadowy Silence of Death

I know I’m slipping away from life as I write this last entry of my dairy, from my desk room on a lonely, dark and desolate night like this. The wind howled like dogs at a pound, begging to be released, but caged by bars that seem more than a way to keep stray dogs of the street. In the cold, gloomy forest stood an ominous hooded figure peering and peering with those big piercing eyes into my window on this one bleary night. There stood the figure waiting and waiting. Silence. For one single moment the world around me seemed to stop. There was not a single sound to be heard: no animals scampering into the darkness to seek comfort in a home, no owls swooping, prowling the night in search of a desperate meal to scavenge, no gushes of rushing winds stampeding the fragile leaves of the big oak trees that swayed in a harmonious manner of a symphony. For that split fraction of a second I could hear the beauty and tranquillity of silence and for once I truly appreciated the quietness. Yet there were those deathly looking eyes that bore into every inch of my soul of terrible darkness, misery and pain. All that I had once tried to forget came back like an old, hazy memory, faded pictures of the family I once had, the people I once knew and the people I had lost. I began to feel mixed emotions of happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, hate and all the feelings that I had felt once upon a time rushed to my mind tearing me apart for what felt like eternity. The burning sensations of the past feeling had come for me in the end. The betrayals, lies and problems I once caused knocked on my door that lonely night that I sat at my writing desk with an itching feeling that one day it would all come back somehow and someday. That night for the first time I heard nothing but silence. The silence of Death. That one night death caught up to me. We all know you can’t run from death and so death came knocking, knocking, knocking at my door.