I don’t want to exist. I don’t want to die. I just want to never have been alive at all. To disappear. Dying is far too simple. I hate this body. Not only the way it looks, the way it operates. I hate how many problems I have, and I hate how it can so easily ruin what could have been the best weekend of my life. 

Fuck, I just don’t want to be here anymore. I’m so sick of hearing these other people in the hall who have friends and have such normal, functioning bodies. I can’t be that way. I can’t even do what we were designed to do correctly : live.

But who can, really ? I’d rather be a pillow.