I’m not a writer, Â just bear with me.. As I age I see no change. Just a flatline with no end, blank room with no doors or windows. Everyone has doors and windows. I’m always in a rut, never can catch a break. In pain mentally and physically. Â According to my doctor, Â I’m “fine”. Everyone thinks im fine. Â Im on a fine line , wanting to disappear. People who didn’t deserve to die should take my place, at least they had a place in this world. As of this point im not interested in harming myself, iust the thoughs of volunteering to leave disturb me […]
