“Fuck my mother, fuck my girl, my life is played out like a jerry curl. I’m ready to die”
-biggie smalls
That line hits home for me. I really don’t want to commit suicide but, the pain and mental struggle
Is unbearable. My dad says I’ve given up. In a way I have but I’m still alive so I believe there’s still some fight
In me. I’m just lost. I can say though that I’ve grown to bear the loneliness so now it doesn’t bother me as much
But still, having no friends at all still sucks. Suicide still weighs heavy in my thoughts.
