I want to be dead. I want to escape all that makes me suffer, worry or sad.
But at the same time I want desperately to live and see the beautiful things in life.
But then there are things when you don’t even have an option and all you can think of is suicide.

I want this to be over. But I want my life to continue.

I struggle, you struggle, we struggle. We have problems and we want to run and never come back again! Life isn’t that easy though.

Maybe we will look back someday and laugh, thinking that this was all stupid.
I don’t want a ‘someday’, I want a now.