I’m so done with the curse called “life”. It’s not easy to leave. When trying to escape, pain only takes over. Mentally and physically. A failed attempt only leads to grippy socks. People never give you a choice, they force you to stay alive. They save you even though you don’t want to be saved, you just want to give up and put an end to it.

The only thing I can do is wish I was never born. That won’t change anything though. Wishing is becoming useless. Is dying too much to ask for?