Franz Kafka: "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me."
Fyodor Dostoevsky: "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be."
I know all kind of motivational shits inside me and out from others. Why am I posting all these? Just to let people know the reason is about any girl. It's about my insecurities. The post isn't for any attention.
My eyes are telling me to let them close by. They want to close and never wanna open. They couldn't see the world as it is. They couldn't survive one more tragedy. It's not about can I survive or not. It's all about am I gonna choose this world or not.
Either way my parents gonna suffer. Yes death is too much pain for them. Atleast If I die they will realise and come behind me. Or they will live in the pain thinking that she made me do it and I'm that weak. Anyway I'm the single child who isn't worthy of living.