Decisions….

To kill myself or not kill myself? That is the question. I hate decisions. In the mornings I can’t even decide which pair of socks to wear, so how do I prepare myself to determine a life or death situation? If I choose to live, how do I know if I’ll be happy someday? Will I just have to wait and see? But what if it turns out my life never turns around, and I just spiral deeper and deeper into this  pit of nothingness, living everyday regretting that I never ended myself? That’s the thing, I’ll never know.. and that’s what I hate about decisions. You choose one thing, and you never know how you’re life might have changed if you had chosen the other. It might have been just a pair of socks, but for all you know if you had chosen the other pair your life could have taken a complete opposite turn. So… what do I do?