I don’t remember being happy, ever. Since I was 11 years old I’ve been thinking of running away from my so-called home. When I turned 12 I had my first suicidal thought. Since I turned 15 I’ve been attempting suicide every two years. I am 22 now and I just attempted suicide yesterday, but failed as usual.
It doesn’t change, it never will. My life has been nothing but a series of unfortunate events. I hate myself, I hate my life, but I don’t hate life. I wanna live a life, but not mine. I wish that one day I open my eyes and look in the mirror […]