I just graduated from a prestigious college, but aside from that my life is in ruins.
I’m in holy debt, I’m desperate for a job and broke, nothing motivates me and i’m all alone.
So many days I carry a bottle a pills with me and dare myself to take them all, but i’m a failure at that too.
my sexuality hurts me i’m not confortable with it i hate being gay, as if my life isn’t hard enough i have to hide my feelings for women and when i think i do find someone thats great they turn out to use me for sex and money if i don’t have to courage to kill myself i might as well run away, for so many years i’ve thought of the perfect getaway.
just know i’m not dead