Sometimes I just want to die. I stopped wearing my seat belt in hopes of getting into an accident and flying through the winshield. I just wish I could lay down and go to sleep forever or sleep until all my organs shut down. I want everything to just stop and let me drown in my own selfloathing.
I hate that when I tell people that I'm fucked up they suggest 'fixing' the problem. Sorry Julia the problem is me and I don't want fucking fixing. I want death but hey we don't all get what we want. Sorry you didn't get the nice sweet girlfriend you wanted. I'm not fucking perfect, and you know what? I don't like me either. Look at that. We both hate me, maybe we can stop talking about that now.
Stay strong
CHEERS
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