I don't even know. I don't want to live, yet I don't want to kill myself. I use drugs to mask my emotions, but it doesn't work, so I keep using. Day after day. I don't want to be alone, I hate this life so I figure if I have somebody to hate it with, at least I won't be alone in that. But what does that change? Nothing. Life is simply too much. i
I want to kill myself, some how. What do I do? I'm terrified of feeling pain, laying in some spot, slowly going through an agonizing death. I wish I had a gun. But, I sit and think...sometimes even pretending that I do, as though I have my finger on the trigger, about to pull it...and I can't do it. I'm terrified. I'm terrified of being terrified. It's just, madness. It's insanity. I'm scared I'm going to end up in a mental institution, in a straight jacket, forced to live out my life, people trying to make me enjoy life when all I want to do is not exist anymore. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of caring for people, I'm tired of worrying about what I'm going to do with my life.
Fuck! What do I do? I just want to be happy all the time, I don't want to be this miserable. I don't want to have to write these stupid fucking posts just to let out my emotions cause nobody else gives a shit. I want somebody to always give a shit, but that's unreasonable of me to expect, it's simply asking for too much. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! What do I do, what do I do? I don't know what else to do but shut up and keep going through these cycles of emotions and feelings and shit.