I want to die. Everyday I imagine a bullet going in my head. I don't know if this is normal to have the idea of killing your self in your head everyday. But I'm getting so tired of it. Of life. Of stress. Of talking to people. Of doing things. Of getting out of bed. Of living. Waiting for people to text me when only one person does. I'm tired of not having anyone to tell I'm crying because I want to die. I just am done. With everything. I want to die. I do today. I did yesterday. And I will tomorrow. I will everyday until I actually die. But I'm to much of a fucking pussy to kill myself to end my own pain. I will keep myself alive and continue the torture while my thoughts I think on the daily do their damage. Maybe one I will grow a fucking spine and try sever mine, but until then I shall continue to only want death; but still I'll continue to die everyday.
