You could never.

Never thought I would be on a site like this. But you people would understand the most, or maybe not. You wouldn’t actually know what I go through, or much less what anyone else goes through. You have no idea of what goes on in people’s real thoughts, their real emotions, struggles, and actions. All you can really do is just read along and try to find a connection, a answer to whats ailing you, a hope that the person that wrote this would find a answer themselves, a answer that would cure the damages inflicted on you. But I’ll tell you this, they’re no answers in this world and if you ever think there is, your wrong. I’m sure just being on this site, your curious why people kill themselves, or what would drive a human to end his own life, the exact opposite from how we were built. We were built to survive, from one society to another, we survive. That’s not how the world works now, there is no norm for humanity, you cannot simply figure any “normal” person out; normal is a myth. I was never the lucky one, well that’s a lie; I was the luckiest, but having a fall from grace makes you despise “luck” or “happiness”. Being alone became my only feeling, no longer love, fun, or hate, just loneliness. No one can understand what I am going through unless your me, and no one will ever know what I go through.  No one deserves this feeling, no one needs this burden, no one needs this dependency on darkness, a sense of nothing. What is life if your being is one of nothing, would suicide we such a wrong thing if the second option is nothingness? No one knows, and no one will ever know. You have no idea, you cannot fathom what really goes in other people’s minds, and trust me, its probably better that way.