I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about everything that's happened to me, all of the mistakes I've made and all of the people who have hurt me. I can't escape from my own mind, which only cares to demonize and destroy me. I just don't think I can face another day in this silent and uncaring world. And why should I have to? Why should I have to keep going just because people tell me that my life is worth living? It's really not. There's nothing here for me. If I died, I could finally rest. It'd all be over. My eyes would be closed, and I wouldn't have to open them anymore. That's what I need - rest and a reprieve from this ever-present lonely ache that is eating me alive. And I can't seem to get either while on this mortal coil. The burden of life is too heavy for me to carry. I really just want it ended, and I can't find a single reason to keep going. I'd like to say it was fun while it lasted, but honestly, it's been a fucking nightmare.