DAY I

Last night, I went to bed in tears. This morning I woke up in tears. Will this ever end? Will I push through with my struggle? I hope I can. I hope I won't spend my time on my death bed in tears. Don't the tears ever stop? I just hope they do, for in that manner all the anxiety, remorse and bitterness will all get bottled up inside me until I eventually explode.
Oh how I crave for death at this very moment. How I wish that there was just a power button in life that if ever I got tired of it I'd just shut it down... Oh crap. I was never good at this.
I just wish that by the time I leave this world, she would have realized her mistakes.
Ayway, these are brief letters addressed to external forces ruining my day.

Dear Morning,
Please don't wake me up, ever again. I just want to rest, forever, in peace.
Dear Death,
Please do your fucking job and come to get me you lazy fool!
Dear World,
I hate you all! Go to fucking hell!