Tomorrow is my last day alive. So far I've had the intention to kill myself 14 times and have actually gone through with the plan to end my life 9 times. Tomorrow will be 10 of 15 and it's gonna be my last because it's gonna work. I have come to the realisation that I am content being the person I am. I'm not perfect, but no one is. There are of course things I would love to change about myself if it was possible to do so right now; however I have worked too hard to become myself to not be proud of me.
What I am not happy with is my life. I have no direction or purpose and I don't see that changing. Life gave me lemon and they were rotton. There really isn't much I can do and the things I could do take money, time and resources I don't have. If I had done things differently or had better people and opportunities maybe I could of done better. Plus I can't even think a week ahead of me because after that all I see is death. I honestly don't see myself making it to 2019 or my 20th birthday and I don't want to. In this world there is nothing but pain: Pain in my past, pain in my future and pain in my present. I don't want this life and I can't make it into a life I do want.
If I don't succeed tomorrow I will continue trying till I do succeed. Try, try and try again.
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My Journey To Normality (Part 2)
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