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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Two hearts, beating as one;
Keeping time
Until they are no longer
Apart

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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So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false.
The truth is that I'm a bad person,but that's going to change.

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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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Two hearts, beating as one;
Keeping time
Until they are no longer
Apart