at 3:52pm on august 15, 2024, i attempted to commit suicide to flee from the foul words that escape the mouths of vile people, to flee from the troubles i must push through every day, to flee my imperfect body and personality affected by my severe depression so i can transform into another being. i, however, failed thanks to leaving my computer on. the pleading messages of my best friend were left on read, plainly on the screen of my computer. his words stunned me. he desperately wanted to know if i was okay. he cared to know if i was okay. tears fell from […]
i feel that if i don’t make a significant change that society notices, i will never be enough. i feel that i won’t be missed.
what’s the point to live if you don’t do anything with what potential you have? i believe i can do more than i think, but will i? it hurts to think i’ll never make it anywhere in life. it hurts to think there isn’t a future for me. it hurts to think i’m irrelevant.
i want to be noticed. to maintain my life, i *need* to be noticed. i *need* to make a change.