Lately I’ve been thinking. What if I am not really made for this world?
I’ve been bullied all my life, gone through some terrible stuff, and all sorts of mess.
Yeah I fought it but isn’t it suppose to stop or die down at a curtain point? Why does it keep happening to me?
So I’ve been thinking that what if I just died and end it all? People would be hurt but like, that’s what life is all about
right? Getting hurt over and over? Instead I just don’t want to keep on fighting anymore and I can finally just
have the world lifted off my shoulders.
It’s not like I’m significant enough to where it leaves an impact, but I know people will be upset.
But they will move on eventually. It all has to end at some point. I’m just tired of it all.
I’ve bought some pills and some sorts of mess. Incase one day, it’s the day for me to do it.
I hope things get better but I just don’t see the light at the end that everyone promises to me.
My only wish is that no one else goes through what I am going through.
This was torture.
