I don't need to hear it. I don't want to know. That I will be missed. That I shouldn't hurt myself. That life has a plan for me. I'll hurt people if I go. I know that. I know people care. But I can't pretend. I can't be miserable just to make people happy. I can't live for someone else. I can't feel so desperate that I need a release all the time. Alcohol or cutting edge. Listening to music so I can block out a world full of destruction and hate. A world I can't stand. I can't. I don't have the energy. I can't live anymore. Im gonna try. But I know. It won't last. I'll give up. Because if I can't live for myself then I don't see a point.