Ya know, I really fucking hate living sometimes.

Like think about it.

We go through so much pain while living.

Falling and scraping our knees on the blacktop when we were little during recess

In gym class when you get hit in the face with a basketball

All those times of being bullied

Possibly getting into a car crash

Loosing loved ones

And then there's that door of pitch black at the end of the corridor that is our lives:

Death.

So why do we even live?

Just to eventually die?

It makes no sense to me.

This isn't a suicide encouragement. Live your life to the fullest while you can.

But right now, all I long for is to be nothing but good and dead.

Slit my wrists until they bleed out.

Drink an entire bottle of bleach.

Down a tube of sleeping pills.

I
Want
To
Die

And despite what I always say
Despite my moto

I can't keep my head high

It always gets slammed back down

So maybe I should just take my head completely.

I dunno.

But I know one thing.

I fucking hate living sometimes.