I want to die.
I wanted to die, I wanted to disappear, and there were moments where I thought so many times until now.
But I don't have that kind of courage, and I've been thinking that if I have that kind of courage, I'll do my best now.
I lost my younger brother in a traffic accident 3 years ago, and when I saw the sad appearance of my mother, who divorced and raised me alone, I'm the only one from now on! I have to protect my mother! I made up my mind and lived my life.
But now my heart seems to break.
The problem I'm facing right now is too big, it's a problem I can't solve on my own, I have no one to rely on, I don't know when to solve it, and I don't know what to do.
My mother is depressed and I can't rely on her.
My lover is in the midst of trouble, but I can't feel love or security from him. But we can't even break up.
If it were true, you wouldn't be able to do that to the person you want to spoil or rely on the most.
I'm not looking for anything special.
Normally, I don't have any anxiety, I just want to live in peace.
In terms of age, it might end up not being able to give birth to children at this rate.
There is nothing but anxiety.
I live my life feeling freaked out by something every day.
There's no place where I can relax.
I can't even find a way to fix the problem.
My heart is about to break.
I want to be loved. I want to be needed by someone.
I want to live with peace of mind.
I'm not looking for anything special.
That's all, though.
I learned about this today, when I could only think I wanted to die.
I was asked a question without thinking.
What is the meaning of living?
Is it bad to want to die?
