Morbid shit alert!

I think you’ve reached a dangerous place when the thought of killing yourself no longer scares you, dying is nolonger this frightening thing. Like right now I could kill myself, I WANT to kill myself (I’m not going to so please don’t get emotional in my ask) The thought of dying by someone else’s hand scares me but killing myself is honestly appealing (at least today it is.) Even though I know I have a great life ahead of me and all that other crap…I can honestly say I don’t care. Fuck it all. What’s the point? Honestly…what is the point? I think I’m in the danger zone because I’m totally fine with whatever as far as life and death goes… I could keep living or I could kill myself whichever is fine. You could ask if I was alright but I’d just reply with “I’m fine” because in a sense, I am. Idk, idk. I could die today and I’m ok with that.

I’m just gonna sit here in this locker room because none of the computer labs are open -__-

I’m just gonna sit here in this locker room because none of the computer labs are open -__-