Im just a terrible person. I walk wrong. I talk wrong. I breathe wrong. I exist wrong and everyone around me makes sure I know it. I don’t think suicide is a choice that is worth making but I do eagerly await the sweet release of death sometimes. I just needed to vent and you all get my sadness right now.
Hey, I feel like that too, at times. I suppose escapism through hobbies and/or fictional media helps. Try to reflect on what you can change and what you should change.