I am ugly. I am rude. I am vulgar. I am fake. I am useless. I am lazy.
My life is in a mess. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, without any purpose in my life. Why does anyone even want to live, when the end result is death? What’s the point in life?
If I left, people may be upset for a while, but they will forget soon enough.
I’ve had thoughts of suicide since primary school. Yet, I’m a coward. I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid of cutting myself. I’m afraid that sleeping pills won’t kill me but make me suffer, physically, even […]