I wish I could convince everyone I love to kill themselves. I wouldn’t feel so bad then. I don’t want them to miss me, but I don’t want to miss them. I wish we could all just get together and get it over with. I wish they’d understand that this life is just not enough and I’ve grown weary of it. Take me and put my face in the corner while everyone gets it over with. I’ll let go, do it myself, and no now one has to worry about it. Maybe sometime next Christmas. Maybe I can convince everyone to come over. Then things wouldn’t have to be so bad.
Posted on Wednesday, 8 February 2012