Sometimes I wish I had enough courage to kill myself. I’m never going to, but I don’t want to live anymore. I wake up every day wishing I would somehow die. One morning I hope not to wake up, so I don’t have to wish that anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve truly been happy. I’m talking YEARS since I’ve even felt content with my life. I lose more hope every day. Soon there will be none left, and I’ll be running on empty. I don’t know how much longer I can put up with everything.
