I literally don’t wanna live anymore. I just don’t. I feel miserable. I want to cry, because I always feel better after a good cry, but I feel like I have nothing to cry about. I feel like I’m taking space and energy from the world without me actually wanting to. When you live in this world, you have to give something back to the world, to the society we live in, and I just don’t feel like I have anything to offer. I feel like I’m a waste of a human, a waste of human capacity. I have a shit ton of capacities to offer, but I just can’t. I’m not the person to do that. I think I’m too weak to offer anything. I feel like another person should have my life and live life to the fullest. I’m a  100% convinced that with my life, you could live a happy and fulfilling life. I should be happy with everything that I have, not only the materialistic parts, but also all of the amazing people around me, my family, my friends.. I feel like an ungrateful bitch in a lot of possible ways. I feel like im exaggerating, even though I know I’m not. If I wasn’t a coward, I would’ve already taken my life. But yet again, you could argue with me about that. Am I weak because I haven’t taken my life or can’t take my life, or am I in fact, really strong because there is still a part of me that knows that it would be the worst thing I could ever do? I don’t know. I don’t think I will ever know.