I miss your stalks

I want to write about my feelings, but I don't know what I am feeling.

I am depressive. I'm sad.

I want to die.

I want to lay and close my eyes, listen to music, fall asleep and never wake up again.

I have no reason to be here.

Mental note: Not-talking is a good thing to do. Don't talk, Melissa. Let everyone live without you and see what they will think. Let they come after you, Mel. Cause I'm tired of go after everyone.

I've been sighing too much lately too. I'm not alright.