there's never a reason good enough for one to end their life, you know?

sometimes i feel as if there's nobody who can be in a worse situation than i am. but i know, that's not true. there's many things in my life that i don't like, that i can't change. but all the same, life goes on.

that being said, it's not that i haven thought about death. but because i'm a coward, i'd never have the courage to take my own life. it's ironic that people who take their own lives are the bravest yet also the most cowardly. they are brave because taking that one step requires so so so much courage; they are cowardly because they've chosen death as a means to solve their problems.

will anyone miss me, when i'm gone?