Black Lives Matter.

I'm such a coward for not slitting my wrists yet.

I think this is it for me. I'm checking out now. I can't go any further. I'm sorry.

I always come back here when I want to scream into the void. Nothing is really different. At least I don't feel like it has. I'm surrounded by people who love me but I feel so alone. I wish my brain would rot. I wish I'd go peacefully to not make it hard on my family. I wish I were a better person so they wouldn't have to deal with me. I wish I weren't here.