I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live.
Your voice.. It just feels like home. I miss it. I miss all of you so much.
I really do even give af who knows anymore I don’t want to be alive I hate living even when there’s a good days I know I hate life. I have since I was idk born but it didn’t really start kicking in till I got seriously depressed in high school. Ever since I’ve craved death more than anything even more than love. I’m just to pussy to kill myself. And that’s the only thing keeping my alive. Besides that I think I ever second what if I just throw myself in front of that car and end it all. I’m not suicidal I just rather choose to die now they continue on with all the pain and anguish. I’m not selfish either my mind is sick. With a sickness that doesn’t heal or go away and I just don’t want to live suffering for how ever many years.