Life is torture, death is hope.
Life is meaningless, death is magical.
I am a young girl, 15 years old. This is not just a phrase. My depression has somehow always been there, and I know it will always be there. My depression is hiding inside my breath, it will never go away unless I stop breathing. I hate life!!!! Not MY life. I hate LIFE. Yes, I hate most people and I hate social situations, but honestly, I don’t care. People suck, I’m over it. What bothers me is the meaninglessness. Why are we extremely insignificant?Why does nobody think about […]