Mspaint

I loath life and fear death. How mundane is this mind of mine to spiral into a withered recess of my psyche. To think nothing more than to end this miserable existence and escape the atrocities of the world. Like a plague of pure and utter misery saddening and infinite. Hitting me as if I were to hit a wall of bricks. Happening so suddenly it takes me by surprise. But like a winter day it seems to last forever. How horrid it must be to see such a scornful writer when you can look across the sea and see a world far more colder. I don't think I can fight these words away anymore. They're crippling me to my own defeat and I can withstand it no more.