I'm still here. I still wish I wasn't here. I don't want this. I don't want to struggle. I don't want to live. I want to lie down and die. I never want to open my eyes to another new day. I don't cry anymore. My anxiety has started to dwindle down. I'm just numb to the feeling of everything. I'm not going to panic anymore. Eventually I will die whether it is by my own hand or for some other reason. All of it will not have mattered. All of this is meaningless and would not have mattered if I was here or not. I wish I never was. I hope to not be here anymore. I hope it happens soon. I'm still here, but I wish I wasn't here.
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