This is my final goodbye my life was good enough. I hurt people and people hurt me am sorry if I hurt you. With me leaving you might be sad for the day so it ok cause no one will hurt more than I did. No one will miss me for long


Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond everything else, and it’s not a mental complaint-it’s a physical thing, like it’s physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don’t come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people’s words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.
Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via dead-and-scarred)