I’m f****** tired of waking up every morning and I’m tired of going to sleep and I’m tired of fighting when it would be so much easier to stop fighting. I’m tired from hiding behind different masks, I’m tired of pushing all my emotions so far down that the only way to know I feel pain is to slice open my f****** wists. I’m scared to feel emotion but I’m even more scared to not feel emotion and I’m scared to feel pain and not to feel pain. I’m scared of me I’m scared of other people I’m scared they’ll leave and never come back and I’m scared I won’t try to stop them. I’m tired, I’m scared, and I don’t see the point in living this s***** life. I never want to see the sun or feel breeze on my skin again. I don’t want to struggle to fall asleep because I’m terrified of why my fucked up brain comes up with and I don’t want to take another breath because it makes my head spin and my eyes hurt. I want it all to end. I want to spit on the pitiful spark I call my life. It’s such a small and dull thing no one would f****** notice.

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