People think that suicide is a choice and yes it is but right now it feels like the only fucking answer.
I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine
The thing is once you start thinking about killing yourself you can never go back. It becomes this option, that you can't unsee or stop thinking off. Whenever things get tough again it comes back to haunt you. There'll always be this voice whispering 'wouldn't it all be easier if you died' and you can never get rid of it
I can’t imagine a future. It feels as if I’m not meant to be here
I hate myself so fucking much.
Everything and everyone would be so much better off if I wasn't here at all.
I will never have purpose, I will never deserve to live.
I shouldn’t still be here.
I don’t want to be.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
“The world doesn’t seem like such a bad place when I’m with you.”
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D.S
(via thelovenotebook)
On most days it just hits me why am I even trying to put any effort at doing anything when all it leads to failure in a life I don’t even fucking want.
“Everyday, suicide moves higher on my list of ways to solve all of my problems”
-Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud