I wrote this back in June or July. I still feel the same way. I’m fucking done. But no this isn’t a suicide shit crap. I don’t know what to do.

Please Someone hurt me. Someone kill me. I don’t care it’s not like it will be a loss to anyone. Literally. I am jealous of people who are leaving this horrible place of existence. I’m sick of it. I am not worth shit. It would be better off to just leave my body in the ground than live this life. It’s not just what has happened today. It’s every day. I can’t seem to do anything right. I try so hard but nothing is worth it. I am jealous of people I have known that have died. I know that if anything happens to my parents, I would probably never be able to be with my kids. Someone else would be their parents. Someone else would be able to live with them. They wouldn’t be with me. It would actually be the perfect time to end this “life”. Life is supposed to be a good thing. But I can’t believe I signed up for this. This is not what I wanted. But I chose to do the things I did and now I’m facing the consequences. I’m not worth it. I’m not worth being alive. It would be so be so easy to just open this door. Going 60 mph. I wouldn’t mind out via /r/depression https://ift.tt/35tAWcF