
to me, suicide is now a last resort for when everything goes to shit. i’m talking living on the streets, no friends or family that cares about me, drug addict, chronic illness type situations. idk what’s after death, maybe it’s worse han whatever i’m experiencing now, and i’m not in a hurry to find out.

but i’m still depressed. i’ve never felt this way before. i live my life and i function, but i feel just as shitty as back when i skipped school every day, to just lay in bed, cry and fantasize about suicide. it feels strange as fuck and to be honest, it fuckin sucks! i hope i won’t feel this way forever.