This feeling is getting stronger and stronger as the days go by. I think about dying, and in some sick sense, I find relief. I feel like it’s the only way I’ll ever be at peace with myself. Sad, huh? I just don’t care anymore. Getting up in the morning to go to school is the hardest thing, then on top of that I have to put on an act so that people will stop questioning me. It’s been like this for a few months now, and I just want it all to end.. I’m so lost.