What am I supposed to do, when the thing preventing me from happiness, is me?
I don’t know when I became such a fuck up.
Me not being here would solve everyone’s problems. I’m the cause, so, to fix that, I need to be eliminated. I can’t be here anymore anyway. I know I’m a massive advocate for mental health, but I really don’t know if I can go on anymore. I feel like there’s no reason too, when the one thing, the one person that truly makes me happy – is the one that is breaking my heart right now. I can’t. On top of everything else, it just proves to me I can’t live my life. Look how many setbacks I have had. Surely it’s a sign, right? I’m in such a horrible place right now, and all I’ve done is cry. I don’t know how much more crying I can do. My chest physically hurts, and my eyes are sore. The one thing I truly know is that I don’t wanna be here anymore.