"i often wonder what its like to die. the in-between glimpses of everything that awaits us all. to lie with all the stars and be at peace. i wonder if i will miss it here, the feeling of cold sand beneath my feet or the complacency of cooking my midday meals. waking up in the morning and watching the sunrise, the cold air dissipating as it climbs, i know i will miss a few things in life.

i’ve given up on people. i don’t know if there is a specific way to apologize to the world for saying “i no longer want to help you, it has only caused me harm”. i hate myself in every way, more than words can describe for saying this.

i want to lie in the falling snow and let it cover me, and show a picture i took to someone i love and make them smile. then i can let go for good."