And I still want to die.

My life has been made devoid of purpose.

And no, it's not just a matter of getting up and doing something new. I can't do it anymore.

All I want now is some sleeping pills and a nice big bottle of vodka.

I constantly fuck this up.

If I were to stop existing tomorrow, I doubt many people would know or care.

If I am to be non-contributive, let me do it from somewhere else.

I'm sick of fighting demons in my head.

I'm sick of fighting.

Let me die in peace. Stop trying to talk me into saving myself.

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"We were starting to establish some trust.  Except for all the lies."

Life is so worth living for, you just gota refind that purpose or drive to keep going on. Please feel better n talk to someone close.

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"How can anybody learn anything from an artwork when the piece of
art only reflects the vanity of the artist and not reality?" - Lou Reed

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The mere fact that you have internet makes you luckier than like 25% of the world's population at the moment. House to live in: 30-45%.

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I know that.

Still.

Vodka, please.

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"We were starting to establish some trust.  Except for all the lies."