It doesn’t get better. I wish I were aborted. I wish I had jumped in front of the light rail tram like I planned to. I regret not taking my own life when I had the chance.
I hate being alive.
It doesn’t get better. I wish I were aborted. I wish I had jumped in front of the light rail tram like I planned to. I regret not taking my own life when I had the chance.
I hate being alive.