The sooner I die, the better. Because suffering can not surpass the planes of this dimension. So run while you can. Run while you still have a chance.
Please do not ever die, and leave me alone in this horrible mad world. There is nothing for me here, and there never has been. I used to have shady interests in photography and music, but the world got the better off me. I gave up. But then I begun fighting back, thinking I deserved better. I was wrong. I do not deserve better, in fact all this pain is probably just what I deserve. It’s such a stupid thing to love something death can touch. I shut my door, I am so tired of disappointment. Fragile emptiness, I am obtained in a jar where there is nothing but darkness. The veil in front of me is getting heavier, and soon it will drag me down to the ground. Trembling I shall fall, and realise that I was alone all this time. I do not have a person that would give their life for me, and in a way I am glad because there are so many other lives that deserves saving more. He said I’m not depressed, as always your thoughts are not looked upon seriously. Pills pills and pills won’t take me out of this damned jar. I do not want to leave. I want to stay put and perish, tomorrow has been cancelled. Everyone wants to die these days, but if anybody asks, nothing is wrong. If you eat you’re a failure. A fat failure that deserves death after all this. If you have hope you’re a failure, because deep down you know it’s only stupid wishful thinking that leads you nowhere. It’s all stupid and it’s all useless. Life has no purpose, much like this text. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t love you, it doesn’t matter if you fail in school, it doesn’t matter if they all laugh behind your back or whatever else might be a bother – because this is the day you will die. The day to finally let go. All those spices making your life unbearable will slowly fade away as the eternal sleep enters your veins, your heart and your mind.

Peace.