The guilt has been catching up even more these days. It seems like the universe is constantly dropping hints at me that are basically just telling me to kill myself. I feel hopeless. It’s either i go to college and live in fear until everything comes out or i just die before it can begin. I don’t have silly fantasies about going somewhere else anymore. I know they’re stupid and that my past will follow me wherever i go. I can no longer engage in magical thinking. I only have two options. I just want pills but i don’t have anything to use. I hope that if it comes out, it should at least be by the time i’m eighteen so that i can buy what i need by then in preparation for what will happen. I won’t get there because i will die sometime soon, very soon because there is no hope left. I don’t even really feel bad for myself anymore because it’s my fault and if i can’t face the consequences of my actions then i might as well end it. I’m still sad though that i’ll have to die without anyone truly knowing me outside my family and i’m sad that they wouldn’t be able to recover. I just wish that i could disappear without anyone remembering me. Most of the people i’ve known have hated me and i think i should just do them a favour now. I have given everyone the ultimate reason to hate me and i‘ve proven that i am unlikeable. Nobody knows just how desperate i am. There’s not much time left now. I am worried people will think i’m a good person when i die.
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