25.06.2022
You know, there ARE people, people I love, people I need and people who might need me, people I PROMISED to live for, but sometimes, pretty often, I feel like I can't, I feel like I need to break this promise, break the promise I have them, knowing that they will get destroyed if I died, especially if I killed myself.
I know there are people who might feel guilty.. might think it's their dalut cause they knew and didn't do anything.. I know there are people who will be shocked but I.. don't think I care about that at all, I mean.. it's so stupid, I can't get why they like me, I can't get why they are.. I don't know, I don't get why I'm important to them.. I don't know,
I know there are people out there who like me, beautiful, perfect people, my friends, more then just friends, but sometimes even this is not enough.
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RandomTW Das hier ist wahrscheinlich nichts für Menschen, denen es psychisch nicht gut geht, die mit Depression, Ängsten oder irgendwas in dieser Richtung zu tun haben! Großteils sind es Gedanken und Situation, Texte die aus dem Moment heraus entstehen...
