I'm giving up on everything that reminds me of life. It is not beautiful or precious, not to me. At least not anymore. I probably sound silly and I know I am. But I just need to let go of life and all that reminds me of it. I hate life. And everything about it. And I don't know why I'm leaving spaces or writing that way. And I don't know why it killed me so much inside when I heard he has found somebody new. I can barely hear my heart beating and I can barely see the computer screen. It's blury. And I don't know why I'm this way when I'm supposed to be happy. Happy. I don't know what that word means anymore. I don't know what miserable means anymore. I just know that what I'm feeling is unbearable. And it hurts so much inside that I feel like my heart has been disconnected from my body. And I close my eyes and all I can see is how peaceful it'll be once all's gone for me. The thoughts tempting. I need to find peace. I need to sink into nothingness. So that nothing will remind of me of life and its pain. I just don't want to do anything with life anymore. Be safe.