I’m never going to be normal. Or good enough. I’ll always been a dumb shit. And ugly and worthless. I’ll always be a bitch. No one will ever want me. nothing is real anyways, there’s no point to this stupid fucked up world. I don’t have a soul, i’m just a clone of everyone else. i am nothing

literally nothing

if i just died i wonder where I’d go. I’d rather not deal with the pain of the present, past, and future. They say you should live for the good times, but what’s the use when all you see is blackness? nothing is REAL. it seems like an illusion. Like i’m already dead. 

One step over that balcony… so easy… so quick… 

one slice of pain on my wrist… so twisted, so sad to leave for my family

one noose from my ceiling

one bottle of pills with a cup of water

they are all so easy, but why is life so hard?