Well, i’m still alive.
Spent 15 years trying to kill myself. spent 3 in recovery.
it got better, for a time.
But any day would still be a good day to die.
i live risky. ride a motorbike, pass on curves n hills i cant see the end of, that kinda thing.
i wish it would be a mater of time but it wont be.
i’m doomed to live here for the rest of my miserable life.
i lived a shitty existence, i was a piece of shit for 20 years… now i have to spend the rest of this garbage life making up for it.
i feel like i’m walking through a hurricane of bullets and not one hits me ever… except for like in the shin or some shit.
i hope if you’ve read this, and even if u didn’t, that u find peace. in life or death.