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I can't breath. Everything is so dark and I can't breath. It's hopeless, it's pointless.

I hate it. I hate living. I hate everything. It would be so easy to walk into my bathroom right now and grab the bottle of pain killers.

It would be so easy to down them all without a second thought. To let them do what I've always wanted, what they were made to do.

Kill the pain.

I have no one. I'm so fucking terrified of what other people will think. Of what my mind will become.

I'm fucking terrified

I'm not ok. I'm really really not ok.

I don't know how to fix it. How to make the dark thoughts leave. Cutting only reminds me that I'm human, not that I'm sane.

Everything hurts so bad. It's a never ending cycle.

The thought plague my mind, I can't sleep, the lack of sleep makes me have to act fake, acting fake brings dark thoughts.

Or it's just a never ending cycle of not wanting to exist but being to afraid to die.

I can't think, I can breath, and I can't do this anymore.

I might kill myself tonight. Scratch that I will kill myself tonight.

At two am central time in Indiana of the grand USA. I will walk into my bathroom lock the door and down a bottle of pills. That is if I'm still awake.

If sleep decides to find I will have some hope restored. That's highly unlikely but worth a shot for anyone who cares.

Hah. I amuse myself. Anyone who cares. No one does. No one.

Anyways,
Goodbye.