Often i think of killing myself. The thought fills me with euphoria. To get rid of all heartache, guilt, and depression would be bliss. An existence void of responsibility would be nice as well, no rules, carnage and anarchy. A society where we can live without the restrains of our own morals. To let out our primal self and do as we please, again, bliss. Other times death scares me, it scares me beyond any fear i have ever known. To fear death also makes me feel cowardly, why fear something so natural, so common, so ordinary. Well i know why i fear it, to not believe in an afterlife means to believe in a time where i will no longer exist. Wouldnt not existing essentially make life absolutely pointless? Every breath we take, every decision we make, all of our happiness, our sorrow, meaningless? Why live? When the odds are so painfully stacked against us, Is there a point? I dont believe so. Even when everythings ok the thought of dying consumes me. I associate death with so many different emotions tht i dont know what i want. Im confused. Do i want to live or die?
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Thoughts of an ill mind
RandomThis will be a collection of my thoughts, you will enter the mind of a troubled adolescent. I will express myself freely, my deepest insecurities laid bare for strangers to read and analyze. I am nobody, precisely why the masses will relate. I feel...
