I don’t wanna live. Sounds cliche but every night I go to sleep, I pray that I don’t have to wake up the next day. The only reason I am alive right now is because I know if i try to end it I’ll fail, like I always have. I know some people care about me and many pretend to. But honestly I’d just want all of this to end. I have my birthday coming up in a few days. I hope that’ll be the last of the birthdays I ever have…
