If I killed myself tonight, the stars would still appear, the sun would still come out, the earth would still rotate, the seasons would still change… so why not?
i don't know how to tell my friends that i think about killing myself more often than not. and the sad part is i've tried to drop hints that i'm getting worse and no one picks up on them. i'm too scared to admit that i'm not okay.
i want to kill myself. not in a “i just dropped my ice cream cone i wanna kill myself” way. and it’s not everyday. some days i enjoy my life. most days i don’t. most days i stay up until 4am and cry about how lost i am. every time i think things are looking up they take a turn for the worse. i don’t know what i’m doing wrong. i feel so alone. i have friends but no one who is in the same stage of life as me. someone who is in college but commutes and lives at home. i hate living here. my parents are great most of the time but i feel so fucking trapped. but i am too fucking anxious to keep a job, my last customer service job i had panic attacks before every single shift. so not being able to keep a job makes me have very little money and i can’t get my own apartment with the little money i have.
i just feel so fucking lost all the time and there are so many times where i think that maybe things aren’t getting better because i was never meant to live to see 21. maybe things aren’t getting better because they can’t. some days i can shake this feeling. some days the lingering thought of dying consumes me.