I am about to turn 25 years old and for most of my adult life I have tried to find a reason to not kill myself. I never have been happy for multiple reasons, which I’ll list below. It’s going to sound like I’m whining or complaining about my life, but my hatred for my own life (as well as myself as a person) runs so deep that when someone asks me what I like about myself I honestly can’t answer the question. Five years ago I actually tried to kill myself, and I have no idea how I lived through that attempt. Anyway, here’s […]
