...is a pretty disgusting thing. No matter how much your mind wants something, your body seems to want to fight against it. It amazes me that even after you pass out, your body is trying to fight for life. Doesn't it know things are not going to get better. Doesn't it know that you don't want to be on this earth anymore?
I feel less like a human as the days go by and more like a cockroach or some base insect. I just wanted to leave with a shred of dignity but I don't think I will even get that. Do we really have to put ourselves in a position liek hanging or some other form of an unescapeable situation to get our desired results?
I still haven't did the back story and that is mainly due to trying to find things that quiet all these thoughts down. Sleep hasn't been a sanctuary for months.Games don't really do the trick and the outside is just a no go. I will try to come here and pour everything out before the end but it's getting difficult to do anything at this point.
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