I Wish I Was Dead

How do people cover this stuff up? I'm just lonely like no other time. Why can't I just die already? This hurts, really awfully. It's like when you know they're going to put the IV in, but you can't do anything but cry. Why can't it just end? I just don't want to be here anymore. Death seems surprisingly pleasant. It's so unstable, it seems like nothing can replace somethings. Other things could be replaced in a heartbeat.
I wish I could sleep. But no, that'd be too humane for me. I wish I could breathe, but this stupid infection.
I'm not sure how much longer I'll be here, so I'd like to say goodbye. Goodnight, to everyone reading this, "I'll see you later"