I went on a hike today. It was lovely, but sort of ruined by people. I can’t stand humans. They ruin everything. I’m over everything and everyone at the moment.

I’m tormented by thoughts of dying and nothingness. I still find it hard to believe. I can’t grasp the concept. I won’t grasp the concept.

I’m laying down with a headache; the only thing that truly makes me happy is music. Had an argument with parents yesterday and my dad admitted that he thinks I should move out. It was lovely to hear all he had to say. But at least he is right. I feel so lost in life. Part of me wants to die and get it over with already. It’s pure torture, this existence. All I want to do is have sex again.