empty goldfish bags from my school vending machine

Passive

Why is it normal now?

Why doesn't it feel bad anymore?

Well, it does, but why don't I care?

Why is hurting myself a passtime?

Why am I not bothered by those little things anynore?

It feels like I'm cheating.

I'm just being lazy.

But for the first time in a few years,

I feel content.

If I need to hurt others to achieve even the slightest relief, is it worth it?

I can't keep going like this.

If I were to leave it would only hurt once.

If I were to stay...

I want someone to come with me when I leave.

I can't bring her, she dosen't deserve to die like that.

I can't bring them, they have a goal theyre working towards.

She would never come.

He wouldn't understand.

I love her too much.

I have nothing to bring.

What if it's different than I thought?

What if it's not like sleeping?

What if the world doesn't cease to exist?

What happens if I don't die?

They'll help me, right?

I don't want help.

I don't need it.

They need it more.

I can handle this, I always handle things.

No, I can't.

Im going to leave soon.

I'm packing my baggage.

I'm gonna sleep on the way there.