Hey death, you seem nice but nah
I've always just felt like I don't deserve to live. I always let people down, I let myself down, I'm unwilling to make anything right for myself. Being as pessimistic as I am, death has always seemed pretty inviting. The world would be better off without a person as shitty as I am, honestly. Yet, still, I feel this need to fight to survive. That no matter how bad things can get, death just wouldn't solve it. So I'm just stuck in this paradox of despair and reason.. wanting to die but knowing that I shouldn't.. I hate it. Is it normal?(it probably is but advice would help, thanks)