In love <3
Sometimes I contemplate suicide quite seriously.
I think about how easy it would be, to leave this place. I think quite clearly of the act, and the pain it would save. I think of my suspicions that I’m heading towards psychopathy, and it would be a moral act to end myself.
The world loses it’s colour; nothing feels as good as it used to, as sweet, as fresh. Even my dreams and imaginings turn bleak and pointless, and I find myself slipping away - going quite mad - as every demented thought and apparition my mind can conjure claws at me.
And then I sleep, I dream, I wake to a new day with sunlight streaming through the windows and morning air on my skin, and a whole day of questions and adventures ahead of me, and all I can think is..
… Life, you’re a cruel, beautiful bitch. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you yesterday.
And then it starts again.