I refuse to consider myself suicidal, I merely enjoy the idea of my life ending. Although I am too cowardly to go through with it.
The idea of living in this awful place simply disgusts me to the point that It’s led me to cutting my arms and legs.
The worst part is, I have no reason to be feeling such feelings, my life is not hard, nor demanding, nor tragic.
Am I ungrateful for wanting to end it?