Now I truly understand why some people decided to commit suicide. I have embraced the shame, the guilt, the miserable feeling of being so disgusted with yourself.

I really want to fix myself.

But before I can even get to touch the first problem, I’ve already fucked up ten more things.

I’m tired.

I’m sorry world.

I’m just too coward to even think about killing myself.


Hey remember when Louis said that “When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t?”


I don’t want to hurt people.

I just kept making the same mistakes over and over again.


Hey Louis, why do you have to make quotes so good that I had to felt better? Why do you prolong this miserable for me?

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