They Take Half An Hour To Reply To Me And I Just Think They Want Me To Fall Asleep Before They Can Answer

Looking at buildings thinking are they tall enough to jump off and kill myself

I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this

sue zhao / unknown / suzanne rivecca - death is not an option / Horace Vernet, The Maiden’s Lament (oil on canvas) / Louise Glück, Adult Grief / unknown

slip from my zine – a handy life hack

Was it such a big ask to have them say they'd be proud of me

Will it ever get better?

You fight for her. You don't even try with me anymore

Holding on gets harder and harder everyday and I don’t really see myself having a future.

Will these thoughts ever stop?