one hundred confessions.

the forth

Confession :

I tell my friends that killing yourself is
not a option; you can never do it. I give so
many reasons for them to live in this shithole
but yet I can't tell myself that.
I still have the urge to die, I want to die from
an overdose of pills, while listening to sleep
by my chemical romance.

And it's not just some 'emo' phase I have. I'm not that girl who wants to kill herself because everyone is doing it. I have so many thoughts, I'm very sensitive, and I hate myself for that.

There is a reason why I want to.
There is always a reason.