/lit/ - Literature

>>10267383
I have attempted, never really tried, suicide multiple times. I can't off myself, the universe seems against it. So I tried running away from my problems. Packed up, pointed at a direction and walked. I had this romanticized idea. Maybe I'd meet a dog and we become traveling pals or something. I pissed my pants and slept in cold rain the first night. Couldn't take it the second night cause I'm a fucking whimpering pussy, and just went home.

I like living. I hate feeling like I don't. I don't know what to do anymore. I think I am dead now.

I betrayed everyone's trust. All the secrets and lies piled up now are crushing me. I might be in jail by tomorrow for years and years.

What am I supposed to do? I have one option now, live. You know, out shine all the stars. Because you are either the brightest or you take them all out. That I simply can't do.

So I'll sit here.