I wish someone would kill me. I hope something happens to me tomorrow. I didn’t ask to be born. I’ve been forced to deal with this shitty illusion we call life, just for what? To die? To forget and be forgotten? Fuck this. I’m not even allowed to escape this hell hole I’ve been forced into. “You are special”, “You will make it through”. Bullshit. I’m fucking tired of people telling me this, because I’m too much of a damn coward to do anything to fix my damn life up, and I know for a fact that it’s NOT going to get better. I’m self destructive, and I don’t care anymore. So don’t stop me from killing myself. It’s better off anyways. I’m a pessimistic, broken, depressed asshole who does nothing but fuck up everything for everyone. I’m over the negativity, the stress, the suicidal thoughts, the anxiety, the fear. Happiness isn’t worth it. The moment you reach the high, it’ll be ripped away from you. Living isn’t worth it anymore. Not to me.