Why are you still reading this blog? What do you want from me? You are too ashamed to call aren't you.

I'm feeling suicidal. This is getting too much for me. Its 9 PM here. Its raining out. Rain used to make me feel good. Now it makes me want to kill myself. Its a long night. I hope I survive till morning. I don't want to die. But this rain and night is making me. I'm trying not to think about ways to do it. I'm a pre-crastinator. So if I couldn't plan it, I'm sure I'd survive. Hope this works. Or this could be my last post. You'll know.

This is going to be a long night.

I'm feeling suicidal. This is getting too much for me. Its 9 PM here. Its raining out. Rain used to make me feel good. Now it makes me want to kill myself. Its a long night. I hope I survive till morning. I don't want to die. But this rain and night is making me. I'm trying not to think about ways to do it. I'm a pre-crastinator. So if I couldn't plan it, I'm sure I'd survive. Hope this works. Or this could be my last post. You'll know.

This is going to be a long night.

I'm feeling suicidal. This is getting too much for me. Its 9 PM here. Its raining out. Rain used to make me feel good. Now it makes me want to kill myself. Its a long night. I hope I survive till morning. I don't want to die. But this rain and night is making me. I'm trying not to think about ways to do it. I'm a pre-crastinator. So if I couldn't plan it, I'm sure I'd survive. Hope this works. Or this could be my last post. You'll know.

This is going to be a long night.

I check the traffic stats of this blog daily. Its not much, but it says how many people, and from which country, visited which post. Whenever someone visits, I feel its you.

Depressed people are the loneliest, talking to no one, meeting no one, because no one wants a miserable person, but those are the ones who need the people most.