I can't do this anymore. I can't keep living like this, living for others and not myself. I don't care anymore. What's the point? What's the point of those happy feelings? They're useless. Everything is useless. Why do we care so much about death? It's simply a fact of life. I'm just so tired. I want to die so I won't have to get up in the morning and do this all over again. I want peace.
It's no one's fault. My life was perfect. But even a perfect life gets exhausting. It happens to everyone. It just happened to me earlier than most people. I got tired of life.
Whoever finds this, finds me, I'm sorry.
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Letters to Myself
Short StoryThe story of a girl who is fighting depression, told through a series of diary entries. This is based in part on my own experience, but it is in no way about me. Thanks to @shadowsinthestars for the beautiful cover!
