I’ve been struggling for a while now, it just feels like there’s only so much one person should have to handle. Some days I’m fine, I get up go to work, do what it is normal people are supposed to do. Most days…most days, I just want to die, not because I’m bored or lonely or crying out for attention; but because I’m tired. I’m tired of slogging through bull shit and being told that I just got dealt a shitty hand and if I stick it out it’ll get better. I’m tired of hurting, I’m tired of caring about everyone else and being cared about by no one. I hurt and I don’t have anything or anyone to hold on to. I actually tried to kill myself around Christmas, I woke up by myself in the ICU after 3 days. My parents kicked me out after that. Sometimes killing myself is all I think about; how, when, what will I leave behind, will anyone even notice I’m gone.