i am surrounded by people who seem to have it all figured out. no matter their life, they just look happy. i've never understood how they feel, how their head feels. it must be quiet and nice.
i give a lot of thought to life, and recently ive been reconsidering suicide, as i see no future for me.
but death scares me so i keep asking myself: what's the point in living?
and if i don't like living, why am I so unsure about suicide?
ig im just a coward
i give a lot of thought to life, and recently ive been reconsidering suicide, as i see no future for me.
but death scares me so i keep asking myself: what's the point in living?
and if i don't like living, why am I so unsure about suicide?
ig im just a coward
