naive unprepared child

I’m addicted to anything that lets me forget about reality.

Not enough reasons to go and not enough reasons to stay

Nothing makes sense and I don’t know what to do.

How can you expect me to keep living when everything is falling apart?

What should I even do now?

In life you always have a choice, sometimes it’s just easier to think that you don’t.

This explains everything.

I’ll never trust anyone again.

At least I know it can’t get any worse.

How could you look me in the eyes every day knowing what you did?

Isn’t this all just pointless?

I was under the impression, I was getting better on my own.

We can’t choose to forget

If you talk enough sense, then you lose your mind

We are all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn’t the answer.