Sometimes I think I've lived too long.
"Do you have a plan to kill yourself?"
"Do you want to die?"
"Death doesn't scare me, and when my time finally comes I welcome it."
It seems people don't understand, when you relive your 30 years of life a thousand times over, you welcome the end.
You look forward to the day you no longer have to force yourself to do the simple things. To plaster a smile on your face, just to make everyone else around you comfortable.
I'm tired, living is exaughsting.
I'm ready for my rest, for true rest, not the restless sleep that I always seem to get when i close my eyes.
No the rest where nothing can disturb me.