I’m too much of a coward to do anything.
I hate myself. I really do. I know there are people around me that want me to die. There are people around me that talk about me all of the time. I have friends, I have everything I could want at the moment, and I don’t know why I feel this way. I wish I could be grateful for what I have and move on with life, but no matter what I do, I can’t ignore every little thing that happens around me. I feel mentally unstable. I should be locked up. There are so many people around me that have it worse, there are people that would beg to be in the place I am. I’m not stupid, I’m not a loner, there’s truly nothing greatly wrong with me.. but I still want to disappear. I’m too much of a coward to hurt myself. I’m too scared of what happens next to kill myself, but I really do. I don’t even hate myself to the point where I would be considered suicidal or depressed, I’m just sad. I don’t deserve to be considered depressed or any of that. I’m so ungrateful for everything I wish I was never born in the first place sometimes so nobody would have to know me at all. I ugly cry every day, I try to cope by writing it all down but it never helps completely. I wish there was a way for it all to end. My school life really isn’t helping.. nobody knows me for the person I am. They just know me as that “one girl who’s hella good at math” or something. I don’t even like math. I wish I was good at things I enjoy but I just aren’t. I’m too impatient to keep a habit. I’m too busy to find time to do something. I really wish there was a way for it all to end. I’m scared of dying, but going through something scary is better than being in a life I don’t deserve.