he pointed out how selfish it would be to kill myself so I keep waking up.

I am funny.
I mean, I've been seeing the same face in the mirror for more than twenty years.
and every fucking time I'm going to look at it...
I close my eyes and wish hard for her to be there.
her or at least anyone else.
but I just keep bumping into the same old face.

damn. I HATE YOU. please die.