friday, spring break

8:57 pm

i hate my life.

i cannot think of a time when i haven't.

i have never thought of something or experienced anything that makes me want to live life to the fullest.

and lately i have been wanting to kill myself every waking moment.

i do not know if i'm suicidal, maybe i am, but maybe i'm not. and that's the only reason i'm trying not to hurt myself. but i think about it. all the damn time.