I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.
And I don’t know why people are so mean. I do. they’re people. people are terrible. selfish, hateful, ready to jump into the first mob that makes them feel righteous.
I wish I did not exist. I wish I could p*** out of existence. Not die, because then there would be my family hurt and they’d have to pay for my funeral and all that mess. I wish I could just cease being and no one would remember me or be hurt by it. I wish I could just stop feeling.
The world is on fire. We’re killing the planet and its never going to get better. People in power don’t care. Everything is only going to get worse and worse and there is no hope. human beings are s***. People will not come together to make things better. The people who try, bless them for trying, but its hopeless. It’s stupid to keep trying. So why do I keep trying.
I’m afraid I’d go to hell if I killed myself. And I know it would cause pain to my loved ones. But sometimes I am so tired of living. It feels like such a pointless waste. Is it worth the small moments of joy?
I’m such a pathetic waste of flesh.
I’m tired of being the one everyone relies on.
I’m tired.
