I wish I knew how to quit you. To die alone is so much easier. I'm close to numb. Only the bad feelings bothered to stay. Sorry. I'm making myself sick.
I wish I knew how to puke. So that maybe my messed up thoughts could dissappear along with the vomit, and then be gone for good.

Helt jävla seriöst. Kan jag sluta? Förlåt världen. Jag vill bara... inget.