[think thin]

I simply hate living.

I think about killing myself all the time.
I look up different ways to do it.
I think abut what people would say.
I wonder how long it would be until people didn’t think about me anymore.
I feel impulses when I’m supposed to be somewhere like work or school where I want to just not go and end it right then.

I hate that I have nobody I can really talk about this with.
I hate that I’m not enjoying my last days of highschool because I feel like this.
I hate that I know it won’t get better because I’ve felt this way for so long.
I wish I would just do it already and stop thinking about it.

fuck.