I have probably thought about killing myself twenty or thirty thousand times in my life.
Why does life have to throw you in there and rip you to shreds?
Why does everyone have to treat you like dog shit, over the smallest things, such that you can never imagine that it would be worthwhile to grow past your pain, that there is nothing dear in this life? Why does it take so little to reduce someone so much? Why does their pain have to be so great when all they wanted was to love? When all they needed was a little recognition? All they needed was an […]