Whats the point of all this really , we’ll all be dead soon anyway. Everyday I make goals , act superior to all the hate and pain and the drugs, smoking , drinking and hide and do them all . I can’t stand this hopeless feeling. I WANT TO DIE , not exsit , disappear. I keep telling myself that everyone feels this way , I’m not alone in this awful sinking feel of dreading the morning sun , the reminder that I have to breath one more breathe in this cursied life. And its not even a bad life I have people who love […]