I scare myself. I scare myself everyday because no matter where I am, who I’m with, or what I’m doing, I always think about death. If I’m eating lunch with my friends, I consider running up to the roof of my three story school so I won’t break down because I know they hate me. I’m repulsive, so why not? I consider jumping, just so I can stop thinking about how much I hate myself.
If I’m at the store with my grandma, I want to buy a strong rope so I can be rid of myself by the next day. But with my luck it […]