Desperately trying to find a reason to live; a reason to be with and interact with other people.
I’m more than a ticking timebomb – I’m far worse than I’d ever imagined myself to be and I no longer want to be on the face of the Earth.
I live my life trying to enjoy every moment, and help other people. Instead I’ve been making it so much worse and giving them a reason to hate me or leave me. because I am a bad person.
My housemate has removed things in my room that I can use to maime myself (or worse), but doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways.