But you promised we would make it.
Then, being with me or not stopped making a difference.
But it felt like I was the one being left alone.
I guess once you’re suicidal, that part never dies in you. It lives in you, even if you get better and just don’t think about it all the time like you used to. There will be times in life when it will come back to you.
Seeing your reflex on your blog, scrolling down and crying.
Death is nothing more nothing less than a blissful rest from the sad things and bad things in the world. I don’t see death as something bad or sad. Just the world, and life, are.