I’m pretty sure I’ll never have the balls to end me, even though I wish I did. I don’t see a way out. Life is just constant disappointment and suffering, and the main problem is that I’m a disappointment and an overall waste of oxygen. I can’t even remember the last time I had been happy, and I don’t see any chance to be going on; I only wake up in the morning to go to work, since it’s the only thing I don’t completely suck at, then I get home and stare at the ceiling. I just wish I had the courage to end […]
