I constantly feel depressed and it’s getting to a point where all i can think of is killing myself, and you know the funny part? I was Hoping to not make it to my 18th birthday which is this Sunday. It gets me even more depressed that I’m still not dead. Is that crazy? I think so. But I could care less, there is absolutely nothing wrong in my life.. at least that could attain from all this sadness I have. My boyfriend.. He’ a good person, but fuck he doesn’t understand my pain. No one does. I hate everything, nothing is ever good enough for anyone! It’s always my fault. I’m sick and tired of being the nice girl. when is it going to be my turn to be pampered to be shown I’m a good person? NEVER. I’m thinking about slitting my wrists before Sunday. I mean it has to be done… I can’t handle it. I’m not good enough for my parents, for my boyfriend, for my friends. I am no one.