I'm Not Afraid Anymore
To die, that is.
I'm not looking for pity, sympathy or comfort. I don't expect anyone to stick around when I'm such a pain to be around. Why should anyone sacrifice their own well-being to help me? I don't care what those quack psychologists have to say: I'm not deserving of help. I'm no more important than anyone else. Save your time and resources for people who actually have a chance. You can't save everyone. You can't save me. It's better to be alone. That way, I can't hurt anyone else. Keep pretending for the sake of everyone else's happiness. I'm tired of being selfish. I don't have much longer to pretend. I'm going to die soon. I don't know when or how but it's going to happen. No one will have to worry. It'll be over for me, and it'll be over for them.