I think I understand why I'm so incurably sad every day of my life... why nothing ever feels good or matters anymore, why I only left this house 3 times in all of 2014, why I'm self destructing into pieces...
it's because my only reason for living is that I'm too much of a coward to even kill myself. that's it. there is no other reason. and when you feel that every day, you might as well be dead already.
