I’m so tired.
I’m tired of simply existing.
I can’t deal with my pain, and I know that life will be full of it, but even if there wasn’t any pain, I wouldn’t want to live either.
It’s just that… I tired of waking up, of talking with people, of doing everything, of doing nothing.
It’s like I feel that there’s always something missing inside of me. There’s always a hole that can’t be filled. An inability to live.
It’s normal to feel the urge to kill ourselves when we’re in pain, in excruciating pain… when we burst into tears and throw ourself to the […]