MAKEOUTHILL

sometimes i wish id die in a freak accident because im too cowardly to do it myself

maybe in another universe, I can ask for help when I need it.

i hate myself more than anyone could ever hate me.

I should've never lived to see 2025.

Sometimes I wonder if I even exist when no one is looking. I shift so easily into whatever someone needs me to be, and then I’m alone again, and I don’t recognize what’s left.

I just want to give up I’m tired from the bottom of my fucking soul like I don’t want to do this shit anymore like let me rest please I’ve had enough

How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.

Why try to better yourself when you can just die?

But I am so deeply lost in my own soul, how can I expect anyone else to understand me?

hesitating between "i need to rest a little :)" and "i need to be shot and left bleeding out in the woods for a week, lying on moss with glassy eyes open wide staring at the clouds like a dead deer. in a therapeutic way"

i just know that i’ll be dead by suicide. i can’t imagine any other dead.

Update me, disturb me, tell me about your day, I love all that.

I love being a good listener but I hate how it makes people forget that I need to be heard sometimes too

the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like I'm unlovable

when someone doesn’t wanna tell me what i did wrong and suddenly i’m 8 years old wondering what i did to make my dad mad again

“oh sorry, i forgot” doesn’t make me feel better. what i hear is that im forgettable and not important enough to set reminders for...