I Am Wondering What the Point In Living Is
I don't like this. I don't really think I'm "depressed" or suicidal. I'm just tired. I don't know. I just don't like living. Waking up and doing the same things every day, I don't like it. I'm bored of it. I want it to end. But I don't want to kill myself. I wish I was never born. I wonder if anything would be different without me. I wonder if my family would have more money to go around without me needing this and that. I'm nobody special, just another person among 7 billion. It doesn't matter if I died. I don't know why I'm writing this. Bleh.