I wish I lived in America.. Everything would be so much easier if I could buy a gun. I could finally end things on a whim and be at peace. Every night I go to bed and I wonder why I didn't do it today and why I endured another day of unhappiness, loneliness, and pressure 😔

What is the point in life? It's just perpetual stress: the success of which constantly redefined each time we hit a milestone.

I cba

I hope I just get hit by a lorry or otherwise accidentally killed, asap