Might as well come speak on here for the sake of it.
I am a tired, tired soul. I'm only in my second decade of life and yet I feel like I've lived enough to go to my eternal resting bed.
If perhaps the world hates me THAT much, can I at least find out when it'll all stop? Or perhaps a break. Just a teeny tiny break. Maybe a year of no craziness.
No murders of my family members.
No spontaneous dying of my family members.
No strokes, or heart attacks or loss of blood that require 4 weeks in the hospital and continuous rehab.
No scholarships refusing to answer me after an occurrence that's completely out of my control.
No stress about not having enough money to do this and that.
I just want peace. I haven't found it for a solid two years now.
If I have to create said peace, where I can't hear or see or feel or do anything, I will do it. A peace where my eyes are always closed, hands not moving, feet not moving and my breath not coming out. A peace where the soil of the Earth sits atop my eternal resting bed, six feet under.
I just beg for peace. That's it.