Recently all I can think about is death. The idea of just letting everything go and leaving it behind has become my dream. I’m tired of this world, I’m tired of everything. I’m a terrible person and I only live to struggle. I’m depressed, I can’t talk to people, I’m scared of the future and I’m so pathetic to the point I can not eat. I’m living a hell and I want to undo it. I just want to feel happy but I know that’s not possible. I should be ashamed. Ashamed to have an eating disorder, ashamed to have depression, ashamed of my past and ashamed of who I am. I am the problem. It would be easier for everybody if I simply take my own life. I want you to know that sometimes it just doesn’t get better. See you in another life.
Goodbye.