I wish I were dead. I wish that, every single hour of every single day. I can’t actually do it myself. I can’t bring myself to be the one to do that to my parents. They wouldn’t understand, they would think it was their fault. In truth, I am privileged to have the parents that I do. It never feels like enough. I’m 28 years old, I’m single. And not just normal single, like, still a virgin, never even been kissed or asked out on one single, solitary date. Pathetic. Its driving me crazy. When I was younger my mom used to joke to her friends […]
