When life is filled with nothing but despair, some people choose to end it all.
I once chose that path for myself as well. At that time I felt that I had no other choices. After I made my decision, it became the only thing binding me to this world. Sometimes I would cry to myself while thinking of the past, but mostly all I did was plan over and over again how and when I was going to kill myself.
I did stupid, dangerous things. I figured it did not matter since I was going to die anyway, so I went out of my way to invite disaster. I stopped talking to people and it did not bother me even when friendships grew distant. After a while I finall