3557.) I often think of suicide. I am disappointed in myself. I feel so worthless and hated, crawling my way through the world making dumb mistakes and compulsively creating lies to cover them. On top of that I know I can accomplish many things, but I’m just too lazy to make an effort to do so. The kicker? There is a HUGE ray of hope that may present itself in the near future and I’m not sure if I can get off my ass to do something about it. I’m scared of leaving all that hope behind. I know suicide isn’t the way to resolve my problems, I’m just so tired. But in the end I’ll say “screw it” and continue crawling because I’m scared; ironically I hate that part of myself too. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore, there’s really nothing good about me left.
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