This is my first post here. I just followed around anonymously but I need somewhere to put my feelings right now. I can’t tell anyone in my life and…and I feel safer here.
I’m tired.
I’m tired of living, of existing, of breathing.
Of waking up in the morning and my first thought being “why couldn’t I have died in my sleep?”
I’m tired changing myself so I’ll stop hating myself and if not working.
I’m tired of hurting myself.
Of being hurt by others.
I’m just tired of being tired.
I have no future, no life, no ambition for anything.
I’m not living, I’m on […]