lowkenuinley wanna end my shit and I think about it at least once a week. I guess what's stopping me is knowing how it would affect my loved ones. I should know. My dad killed himself in our garage when I was 13. I almost found his body but got distracted and never opened that garage door. I can still hear the barks of my dog losing his mind. I feel bad for lodo. Seeing his dead owner must have been traumatic. Anyway that sort of solidified to me how fucked this world is. I fucking hate God. I hate the people who have no idea what it feels like to live like this. I probably wont kill myself but who knows.
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