I questioned myself, over and over again. “Am I a nobody? Am I who I am?”. Sometimes, I feel worthless. Once in a blue moon, I feel being appreciated. I never thought of to waste my life by myself. I always craving for someone to kill me, or I will die in a crash and so on. Why do I do not want to finish myself when I can? Because I am afraid to do so. I am scared to death. I want to stay alive as long as I could but all these things, it’s like strangling me up that I want to suffocate […]
