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kenz
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- Nov 13, 2025
- 5
Genuinely, I'm so tired. I pray to God that he'll kill me. That he'll let me go. I don't believe in God though, which is probably why I'm alive to write this. I just have no interest or motivation or purpose in any outlet. I'm bored and sad of being alive. Life feels like a constant battle of survival for a brief hope of a glimpse of purpose. I'm confused and exhausted and just ready to die. I'm ready to die. I don't want to make it to 20. 19 is good enough for me. My birthday is in a few weeks, I hope that I can just be tagged out. Told to sit on the bench if you will. I hope I get into a car accident or my plane crashes or I have an aneurism. I feel bad for my sisters and boyfriend and parents. But I feel worse for me. It is my time.