My very existence has been my downfall. I can't do anything in school because I'm pathetic. I can't handle life at home because I'm too busy trying to find a place of darkness and solitary confinement.
Does life even matter at this point? Well I have no idea and I have like 50 million suicidal thoughts and ways to take my own life in my head so YAY!!!!
Suicidal thoughts are therapeutic.
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My life's diary...
RandomThe little book of my big life. The book of where I want to confess stuff. The book that I feel most at home.
