At least in hell it's burning. I'm not even burning. I am void, empty, souless, nothing.
Nothing makes me feel motivated.
Nothing makes me want to live.
There is nothing I look forward to.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I am nothing.
I wish someone would tell me to jump. To let go of everything here on Earth. To finally end my suffering. That's when I feel as though someone finally cares.
I am so sick of people telling me everything will be OK. That I need to stay strong, stay positive. That I am an inspiration, that I am creative and talented and above all else, loved.
Bullshit.
Look at me.
I'm alone.
Nothing makes me feel motivated.
Nothing makes me want to live.
There is nothing I look forward to.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I am nothing.
I wish someone would tell me to jump. To let go of everything here on Earth. To finally end my suffering. That's when I feel as though someone finally cares.
I am so sick of people telling me everything will be OK. That I need to stay strong, stay positive. That I am an inspiration, that I am creative and talented and above all else, loved.
Bullshit.
Look at me.
I'm alone.
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