At this very moment, really.
I wanna f*ucking d*e.
I want to jump off a building, slit my wrist, or anything of the like.
I'm so f*cking done! So f*cking done.
I hate it. Everything. Hate it.
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My Insecurities
Random*This story is not really a story. Its more like a personal diary where I share tiny bits of my life and how shitty it feels like to be alive. My story is not the worst. I know that. But things are different in many ways for everyone. You might feel...
