#venting article

I have nothing left, I don't care about anything anymore. Whether I live or die, I hope that one day I can lie under the boundless, beautiful yellow moonlight and deep blue sky, accompanied by the twinkling sparks of stars, and then quietly become a corpse, a body that doesn't stink or rot. Perhaps maggots will gnaw on my brain and tear at my skin, but that doesn't matter compared to the pain I'm in now. On the contrary, that would be a kind of happiness. My suffering is like a joke that no one cares about, my pain is meaningless and no one responds. I would rather give my life to anyone who wants to live more.