It’s cold, it was cold everyday until that very moment when it became freezing.
It felt as if i have lost something of importance in myself.
And now i am cursed.
Cursed to start over again and again.
No matter what i try, i die horribly and then comeback and restart.
I just want to die.
And now i cannot, in order for me to truly die, i have to die more.
In essence, I hate this world, i hate everyone and i hate myself for not able to do one simple thing.
But if i die, My mother will be sad, So to make her happy, i will have to die to live even if it means losing my sanity in the process.
