I have no will to live. I can't seem to fine the courage to get up in the morning or do anything at all anymore. I can't. I have no one to talk to anymore, I can't talk to my new friends or old friends about it since I'm afraid they'll leave me. I don't want to live anymore. My friend here on waffles seems to be ignoring me and I feel saddened about this. I can't contact anyone. I just want to die, I've planned a suicide many times. I've planned out what I'd say about everyone I knew. I've planned out how I'd die. I want to have someone here with me to help me, but I can't. Everyone I know is blind to my pain, I wanted to run away when I was outside at school. I wanted to find one of my parents pistols. I. Just. Wanted and want to. Die. I have no one to live for and nothing to live for. I will never find happiness. I won't ever.
What is the point of living when you just want to die?
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The times I stayed up til 1:00 am
Non-FictionMy life did go to shit. Triggers: My life depression has mentions of suicidal thought, cutting, and other things related to death. It's also cringe 2018 teen stuff. If you don't like these topics, don't read this book of my experience with depressio...
