I wish I was brave enough to end it all. They call people who commit suicide as “cowards”, I think that’s the opposite. It’s the bravest thing to go against what your instincts tell you not to, and I wish I was this brave.
I’m 25, I’m failing at life. I still love with my parents, I’m in a job I enjoy but it’s not great money, I’m not even good at it, so I can’t ever get more money or progress. My parents make me so unhappy. I’m constantly unhappy. I’ve had my heart broken 3 too many times. My on-off ex for 2 years has recently found love somewhere else and it breaks my heart. Not because I still love him, but because it’s not fair that he can just move months later while I’m in a worse position than I was before. Don’t I deserve happiness?
Nothing ever works out for me. I have no purpose here, I won’t amount to anything, there’s no point me being here and going through day after day feeling like this but I don’t have the courage to face it the final way.