I most likely will not hurt myself. I promised someone I wouldn’t, even though he probably doesn’t really care anymore. I haven’t hurt myself in three months. Thank you for your concern, I really do appreciate it, I really do. Tomorrow also most likely won’t be any better than today, no matter how drunk I am right now. It just never is. I try not to give up, though.
I really have no words for what’s going through my head. I do not want to die, I just want to feel like I’m living. Like I’m alive, you know, and right now, I haven’t felt like I’ve been alive in a long time.
But thank you, I love you, whoever you are. Don’t worry too much about me, okay? I’m not planning on going anywhere, no matter how much I might feel like it.