Reading about someone who killed themselves over a broken heart, or depression or a life failure etc makes me feel terrible for them, makes me hurt for the people they left behind. Yet I wish I myself would die, just too pussy to actually do it right now.

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When i find out someone who died unexpectedly in an accident or illness or just bad luck, I fantasize that there is a way I can exchange my life with theirs so I can take their place in death instead.

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I feel so guilty for hurting my family if I actually went ahead and did it, so I hope one day I just don't wake up. Maybe that will be tomorrow.