December 9th, 2013, I woke up in an ER. This was literally the last thing I had wanted. When I downed a bottle of sleeping pills the night before I had taken precautions to make sure that was the last thing I was ever going to do. For a while, I thought that was the last thing I was going to do. There had been a real beauty in that thought. A sense of release, the logic of consequences no longer applied. I was going to die, and not have anymore worries and problems forever. True, there would be no more happiness, but there also […]
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I’m never going to be happy. Nobody likes me. Nobody loves me. Nobody’s ever going to like me. I don’t want to keep living. I’d like to think that once I die there’s just nothing. That’s what I really want, to just not feel this fucking loneliness and sadness. Everybody tells me that life will get better, and I just have to give it a chance, but I’m not so sure. Â I wish that somebody would love me, and that I could be happy, but it’s just not possible. There’s nothing for me but sadness in this life