I don’t really know how to start but I figured I would make a last text before I leave this place.
Well anyway, I am 24 years old. Adopted at 5 years old from another country. I don’t know my birth parents and never will. Life is too much to bare, really. I wish I was one of thoes people with simple problems wishing I was dead because of girls or relationship problems blablabla, but at this point I really need to die before I hurt anybody other than myself. I’ve been depressed for as long as I can remember. And not just “I’m sad” depression, […]