I wish I could just kill myself. Technically, I can, but in reality… I wish I didn’t have anyone that I hold dearly in my heart. I just… i feel so helpless. I don’t know why Im living. What’s the purpose of this all? Just for it to end so miserably? To just be one of the millions living beings on this planet? What does make my life significant? Why is it important? Why would anyone care? I’m just another human, a passing stranger that will be forgotten within five minutes. So.. does it really matter? I hear the rain outside. I wish it could wash away my thoughts too.
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