I haven't wanted to kill myself in months, and yet tonight it's all I can think about. Does it ever end? I want to bleed out, just be dead by morning. Never have to see another sunrise, never have to deal with any more shit. I'm such a fuck up, i destroy everything good I've ever had. I always say the wrong thing and shatter any happiness I have. I should die, stop messing other people's lives up. I'm not needed. I wanna hurt myself, have a physical sign of my pain. A reminder of what a waste of space I am. I never deserve to enjoy life again. I've been given so many chances that I've messed up. Should just shut up and die...