Am I better off dead?
It’s been so many years, and I’m back at where I was before.
Has anything really gotten better at all? Deep down, I’m still the same insecure, fragile, sensitive, broken person.
I tried to numb myself for so long to get through the days that I managed to forget, I managed to block out everything.
But now it’s all coming back. What am I to do with all these memories and pain? What exactly is wrong with me?
Can I still make it through my entire life without killing myself?



















