Not finished.......finished
I feel different today. As If I don’t want to be here anymore. This earth no longer has treasure for me. It no longer contains what I need and the desires of my heart cant be fulfilled. Love... I have to many questions about it to know what I want. This air taste stale as if I have used this before.... I want to breathe in a different atmosphere. To feel a different way. I have grown use to this I want
eed something different. Tomorrow I will leave this place with the universe in mind. I feel morbid about life.....as if killing myself were an option. Death i imagine it being this relief....this weight taken off of my shoulders.....this ill timely mishap with life. I suspect there would be such a place after i die. Water.....should i try to inhale it??..... Does it keep me alive??..... Do I sound crazy???..... I’ll take my chances to see if it kills me more than my time alive. The world is out of breathable air. Give me liberty or give me death. Freedom.... There is nothing like it. ......I hate living without you........ I love life because you are in it...... Unwanted.... Unneeded....... Given away.... Thrown to nothing.... Used....... I’m alone...... Is this freedom?..... Is this death?
