I don’t see myself living a normal and happy life, I was born wrong and I keep proving to people that I, was, indeed wrong in the head and it can’t be fixed. I know if I kill myself everyone will blame me and tell my cold body that I will suffer forever and never be reborn again, so why bother if they will never admit that they don’t know everything. Why even do anything. They will never know how it feels knowing you can be the happiest as you can be and the numbness in the back of your head would still come back just to make you as miserable as possible. I want die but I couldn’t, I don’t want to feel the pain that comes with it. I hope I died in my sleep so I don’t have deal with anything ever again. Do my parents even know they forcefully gave life to someone that didn’t even ask for it. But what’s the point. Maybe if I actually want to take my own life, I’ll probably leave some cringy dead message in my tumblr blog. At least people on there would be more concerned than one irl.