Yes. This perfectly captures everything I want to say. Mini-rant coming through, so please feel free skip along unless you want to bore yourself with wangst.

Over the past few years death has become a secret wish, and the thought of never having existed is a cruel fantasy.

I've been carrying the weight of these feelings perfectly captured in this image all my life, and I feel like it grows heavier and heavier thanks to the wicked generosity of experience.

I'm tired of acting strong, I'm tired of keeping things in, I'm tired of forcing myself to act like I'm normal, and I'm bloody sick and tired of fighting my own battles.

I want to just go into some secluded wilderness, make my way through a breezy forest where I'm greeted by the sweetest bird songs, take in the view as my feet lead to my final destination: a beautiful lake that's capturing the warm glows of the evening sun. I smile at the sight, close my eyes as I rest against a sturdy tree, a peaceful smile to my face because I know I am never going to wake-up again.