I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I am fucking scared of death. I don’t want to die. It just seems like I’m snowballing, out of control, to my inevitable demise.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I am terrified of the impact that my death will have on my father, my mother, my son.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I feel like it’s calling me. Death’s dark, cold hands offering me the acceptance that I so desperately crave.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I feel like I’m falling in love with the idea of dying. While being scared of the act.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I just want a release from all this torment.
I DON’T […]