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I hurts me to even exist, I hate waking up in the morning everyday knowing that I have to put on a facade and come back home then cry myself to sleep. I just wish god never made me, I wish my parents aborted me, I wish someone could come to my house and kill me. I hate everything and nothing makes me happy anymore. Video games don’t make me happy, women don’t make me happy, food doesn’t make me happy, money doesn’t even excite me anymore. All the feelings of happiness goes away the moment I receive them. When something good happens it never lasts long for me so what’s the point? I just wish I could kill myself but then I would be a burden on my family. There are too many things going on for my family just for me to fuck it up because I couldn’t cope for a few more years. Inhaling this copium for so long had ruined me, I have no one to talk to, no one that likes me, no one that wants to hear what I have to say. I am only used, no one cares about me unless I have something to offer them.
When I turn 22 and I get my surgeries done I’m changing my name, moving away, traveling for a bit, watch the sunset in the Bahamas, then I will peacefully disappear by shooting myself in the head and collapse somewhere where no one will find me, I hope by then my family will forget about me. Either way everyone is bound to be forgotten.
When I turn 22 and I get my surgeries done I’m changing my name, moving away, traveling for a bit, watch the sunset in the Bahamas, then I will peacefully disappear by shooting myself in the head and collapse somewhere where no one will find me, I hope by then my family will forget about me. Either way everyone is bound to be forgotten.
