A bit edgy and uneasy.

Lately, i’ve been thinking about suicide. This anxiety is eating me out alive. I feel it nonstop, it’s always there. The feeling is so unreal, that it’s a mixture of the shock you get after hearing about the death of a loved one, and going down a big hill on a roller coaster. I have an anxiety disorder and a broken family. My parents rarely understand anything i’m going through, yet they’re always there for me. There’s a boy I love and he doesn’t love me back. He’s also depressed. If he were to die today, so would I. It would be my fault if he committed suicide, because i’m blamed for everything. I’m trying to find a new perspective on life, but all i think about is the easiest way i’m going to die.