I know if guns were legal I’d have blown my brains out by now. I have been depressed for 16 years. I’ve not hit “rock bottom” for a very long time, but i still fantasize about killing myself most days. Now I’m numb and I’ve just stopped giving a f***. Life is too exhausting. I think that one day I’ll just not care enough and i will kill myself, that thought doesn’t even upset me any longer. I search for reasons to be here, but i only stick around for others. I couldn’t give a s*** if i dont wake up tomorrow, in fact 95% of the time, i hope i dont wake up… not that i can f****** sleep anyway. I should have been spaffed up the wall.
