I just wish I could die. Every day my reasons not to end my life become less and less important. I won’t be alive to deal with the consequences, so who cares? I totally understand why so many people with this disorder kill themselves. Living like this is literal misery. It’s hell. Thinking all my friends hate me, feeling like a constant burden, believing I’m not capable of anything is awful. I just hate being alive. I have less and less fun every day because I’m stuck in my hell of a reality. Fuck, man.