Dying Is Easy Young Man, Living Is Harder.

I never thought I’d be on here again, but it’s the only place I know I’m not being watched. Where no one will see, a place I can just express the fact that I’m fucking hurting. I’m hurting so fucking bad. I’m lost. I’m so alone. I feel that sense of needing to give up again. I’m just so tired, so fucking exhausted, of life. I have nothing. I feel like I’m nothing. I’m No one. I used to be a light, someone looked at with love and desire. I’m not even an after thought now. I can’t sleep and I’m so damn tired.

I’m just on a fucking edge and I don’t have a single person I can turn to. How can I feel life is worth living if no one would even notice whether I’m living or not. Life is just feeling impossible.

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16 Mar 22 @ 9:58 pm — reblog

I’m alone, I have no one. My chest burns and feels like it’s being torn apart from the inside out. I really just want to die, but what’s new? Honestly though, it would be easier for EVERYONE that way. Not just me. Everyone. I’m 26 years old and nothing has changed from when I was 18…16…14? I’m endlessly drowning. I come to a place where no one comes to look anymore to write down pointless words that mean nothing to no one, because I have no one, and I am nothing.

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29 Jul 19 @ 10:14 pm — reblog

I wish this stupid blood clot would travel to my lungs so I can just be done with everything.

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28 Apr 19 @ 11:21 pm — reblog