Every morning, getting out of bed is a chore, eating breakfast is a chore, doing literally anything is a huge task. I don’t want to do anything. I just don’t feel like it. I just want to die and I keep hoping I will, I keep hoping that maybe if there’s a God out there, they’ll grant me my wish and kill me once and for all but I keep breathing. Why does everything have to be so difficult? Apparently getting help is a step in the right direction but what do I do when I’m a minor in a third world country whose parents dismiss everything they say? I read about so many people dying every single day. So many kids, babies, beautiful human beings who are loved. I hope it was me instead. I hope I died instead of them. At least I’d do the world a favour and just die rather than these innocent souls who probably have so much more to live for.
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