Man, I wish I had the nerve to kill myself. I hate waking up every morning. I hate everything in life. I hate how I'm always in pain. I hate how my mind never let's me be. I hate the stares I get, I hate eyes, I hate voices I hate faces, I hate smiles, I hate tears, I hate everyone. I make too many fucking plans. After my brother tried to kill himself I feel like my death would be the same. "He chose horrible timing" "he so stupid" "he just acts on impulse". How could someone be judged even after death? I just want to die. I hate everything and everyone hates me. I wish I could just drown and excruciating death. I wish I had 1 good thing in my life worth remembering so when I go I could have 1 thing to think about. Just 1 reason besides from the stress of others hating me more. I wish I was never born because im too pussy to kill myself. I hate that the first thought in my head EVERY DAY is that I want to die. That my eyes never opened. I hate myself and so does everyone else.