It's so easy.

 It's so easy to give up that it's funny. I wish I wasn't this way, and it seems like nothing really improved over the time, this wound isn't healing and I'm still a general mess-up. I wish I wasn't bad, so useless and worthless to the world. Why haven't I just died? It's easier than I think to kill myself, but I never brought myself to do it, still living in agony in this world people call a 'life'. I hate this 'life', because really, nothing is changing for me. Nobody is gonna look out for me and everything will be the same even if I'm alive or not.