I dream of death- I long for death.. I want death but I can’t bring myself to kill myself. I dont have a sob feel-sorry for me-story, but I have a million reasons why I want to die- and they are my own. I dont need to justify it to any of you to know that it is what I want. I hate the feeling of – feeling. Of being here.. with you- you, who are reading this, judging me, empathizing, pretending to have sympathy or some kind of connection.. you make me sick, you sadistic fuck.
I make me sick. I am angry- at myself, […]