I am so done with this world. I don’t want to commit suicide. I just want to die. Every single day I imagine myself getting run over by a truck or suddenly acquiring a terminal disease. I think of those people with cancer or aids and think that they don’t deserve that. There are lots of people who want to die, why not give them the cancer or something. I think I’m depressed and I tried telling my mom once. She told me “You’re not depressed.” Then she gave me a chocolate milkbox. I told my sister that I may be depressed and she’s the […]
