I thought I was actually getting better last year, and then, this year came and I was forced into this job and I think of ending it all at least fifteen times in a day. I see a knife and I see the possibility of being happy: death.
How wrong and broken must I be that death is what I think will bring me happiness? How twisted can I be?
I need to leave this job but I don’t know how. God. Please kill me.
Please let me rest.
Please please please
Please dont make me come here agai