It’s a little bit hard to explain. I hate being alive. I am depressed and I want my life to end immediately, but I don’t want to do it myself or know when or how it’s gonna happen. I just want it to happen quick. Maybe getting shot in the head when I’m asleep, or even if someone was to give me a sleeping pill and just kill me somehow. I want my head to be shaved. I want to have had my first kiss. I want to wear a suit and big statement earrings. If I write about doing these thins one day, you’ll know I’m not alive anymore.