/lit/ - Literature

I feel as if everything wants to destroy me. All the people, all the objects... I was taking a shower and it seemed like all the particles of water were corroding my body. Even my mind, telling me to off myself, and my body, trying to shut down. When people are nice to me I cannot help but wonder what escuse reason they have behind that pitiful show of benevolence. I just want to get out of reality, but there's no way. If I die there's a chance I'll comeback again and again. As far as afterlives go, the best case scenario is the existence of hell - cause there at least I'll know the reason of my suffering.