I promised myself I would kill myself before I finish high school (I’m in 9th grade) but I keep on postponing it…sometimes I wish I had enough courage to do it but I don’t want to die alone…I hate it when someone asks me why I want to kill myself… I can’t describe my feelings with words someone would have to feel what I feel to understand…everyday is a struggle to keep myself together , sometimes I feel so alone and unwanted…everyday I wake up I just want to crawl in a hole and die…
I also feel so stressed out when I go to school and it doesn’t make it any better when everyone around me is just sooo happy and teachers give you homework everyday or else they fail you…
when IÂ finally realized I was kinda pretty it didn’t even matter anymore when I die all that will be left of me is skull and bones
what’s the point of being alive if I’m going to die sooner or later…
I’m tired of not knowing what’s going to happen next for all I know I could die tomorrow…
):LIFE SUCKS:(
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Many people on this site know what you mean friend. I had the same thought in highschool, that I would just kill myself when it got bad enough. I made it out. The parts in life that matter aren’t the skulls and bones. The parts that matter are the things that really make the skulls and bones move.