Bad Day

Sometimes when I walk out of my room, I wish it would be my last time. I wish that when i walk across the road, a drunk driver would hit me and leave me there to die. And spare me the hassle of taking my own life away.
I'm depressed, but not enough to do it myself. So wouldnt it be easier to have somebody else do the dirty job?
That's very ungrateful of me, kan, but what is the point of living when you just can't get things right?If failure were a a drop of water, I would be drowning now. I can't swim. If I stayed long enough I would be dead.

I'm sorry, but I give up.

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