I’m angry they revived me.

I could’ve done it. I could’ve finally been dead. Instead they brought me back and threw me into the psych ward where they did NOTHING.

Why couldn’t they have just let me go? I clearly didn’t want to be here by my actions or the note I left.

I’m so angry every day that they kept me alive. I hate seeing the sun. I hate eating. I hate seeing other people. I hope everyone fucking exploded in a ball of fire. Next time I die, let me stay that way.