I wish I was stronger

Hey, you guys.

I’m feeling extra gloomy today, and this is the ony place I could think of.

I really wish I was dead already, and I wish I were stronger to just do it. I just can’t take it anymore, I’m at that point where you’ve lost absolutely all hope.
I think the only thing stopping me right now is the unbearable feeling that I will absolutely crush my folks’ heart forever. I realize how unfair it’d be to kill myself when they have done nothing but love me and support me all along. But tell me then, what am i suppose to do when they’re gone and all I have left is this wasted years and this pain that never seems to cease? After all, I guess I won’t really see the consequences of my decisions, and that’s a pretty damn motto to me.

The planning starts now.
April is a pretty month to die, I think.