when i say, i want to die it doesn’t mean that i want to end my existence.
what i mean is, i want all this repressed feelings, toxicity, loneliness, and other things that makes me struggle to be happy again to end.
maybe i just want to live like before. maybe i want to feel alive again.
I feel like thinking this way is like infatuation, that sometime we're too pre-occupied of sadness and that we wish for things that we don't really want. It's the opposite of it that we want, and realizing it by now is just so sad.