So I’ve decided and now I’m finally at peace. It’s the only thing which actually makes the inner-turmoil stop. On my 25th birthday, I’m going to kill myself. I’ve always thought that my birthday would be a good day, mostly because when I see people’s headstones or dates of death, I always try and figure out how old they were. If you die on your birthday, you make it so much easier for people to do that,
This year is supposed to be a new year, new beginnings, etc but just because we add another digit to the year, doesn’t mean anything has changed or […]
