I don’t want to do anything but lay in bed and cry. I hate everything including myself. I despise my existence.
Artist: The Smiths
I can’t stand my life. No there isn’t anything wrong with it. The only thing wrong is me. I want more than anything to lay on the floor in my closet where light can’t reach me and drift asleep and never be woken up. I’m so cozy in the dark by myself. It’s the only time i’m even slightly at peace. I don’t believe anyone truly understands the pain i feel. Probably because my pain makes no sense. I wish life had a quit button. It isn’t fair that someone else gets to decide wether i exist or not and then they get to control everything i do throughout my life. I get no say, i have to silently suffer, if anyone hears my cries I’m automatically a psycho or an over-emotional retard. There is absolutely no saving me. No love, no music, no art, nothing could cure me. I hate not being normal.
I gave up on love a long time ago.