I am going to try to sleep, and maybe check and see if anyone responds in the morning. I hate myself and I hate life. Not just my life, but being alive. I hate thinking. I hate existing. I don’t want any of it. In death I hope there is no afterlife, if there is I hope it is optional because this one wasn’t. I am 33 years old. Divorced. Broken. I have never had any of those special qualities that people look for in a partner, the only person to ever tell me they loved me tried to kill me over and over and […]
