Pathetic paranoia separation anxiety. I know I have nothing to die about except my own mind eating itself. I know I don’t know if I want to die. I know I’m a coward who needs to die. I need to be killed to save everyone else from my complaining. Those who love me most. If being someone who isn’t you isn’t living, then I should die. When can I find peace that lasts a lifetime. When can I be normal. Why can’t I keep a person happy. Why am I like this. How can I be better. Why when I try, it just doesn’t work. […]