15 years ive wanted to die. 15/25. and thats only because i dont remember the other 10.
ive put in the work. ive tried. pill after pill. therapy. transition. school. travel. friends. and despite it all i have no desire to keep existing here. even if i woke up tomorrow cis id have nothing to want to stay for.
what about me is so broken? what did i do wrong? its like everyone around me was born with some innate will to live, and mine was lost in construction. i dont want to live. ive had my fill i think. i just want it to stop now
maybe. my mom tells me i was a sad child. so it seems like i was always like this. if only i was allowed to make it stop