The truth is, I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when I stopped liking myself. I dont know where the depression came from. I just know that now I want to bash my head in.
The truth is I never loved any of you. You were nothing but failed attempts to fill the void within me. But nothing worked.
The truth is, There is nothing left for me.
And on April 16th, I plan to end it all. See you at the end of time.