I don't fancy death, but I don't fancy life. I mean I love life, and all of its beautiful things, but there is always a part of me that wants to stop opening my eyes. A part of me that wants to starve and bleed and fade away. Does everyone feel this way? Am I the only one who feels this way? I know I'm not, but how can one not feel alone? I try to be happy, but that hurts. Then when I'm actually happy, something, or someone, ruins it. I don't think I'm depressed, I just think I'm tired of trying. Maybe a little tired of breathing.
