I want it all to end, I can't take it anymore

if i look back, i am lost
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I want it all to end, I can't take it anymore
I wish someone would understand how much I truly want to die.
Honestly... saying that I want to die actually feels like a big understatement. This isn't a matter of what I want, it hasn't been in a long time. I feel like I have to, because I genuinely can't stand it anymore. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep fighting the inevitable. I just can't do it.
i canāt pretend that iām okay i canāt fake it anymore iām hopeless iām helpless and iām afraid i will never get better
Don't be angry with me.
I wanted to die more than anything else.
This is my kind of happy ending.
-V. J.
Dear Diary,
Itās really hard existing.
Iām trying so fucking hard and no one sees that. Iām trying so fucking hard to stay alive but my breathing is getting shallow and my heart is beating slower and if I donāt wake up tomorrow just fucking forget about me.
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.
ā Elizabeth Wurtzel
I keep thinking, thinking, and my thoughts are all sick, and my head is sick.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Stories; The Meek One, written c. 1876
I have no purpose in life I donāt know what the fuck Iām still doing here.
I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
ā Richard Siken
Where is home when you always feel lost?