I don’t necessarily know why I’m here. I guess I’ll just say that I keep thinking about killing myself. My stress is through the roof. Everything in my life is crashing down. I feel like I am making everyone miserable despite the fact that I am trying my best to be my best for them. The only reason I couldn’t ever kill myself is because of my mother and my brother. It would hurt them tons. I don’t know how much longer that will be enough or if I’m just some weak human being who can’t handle things that aren’t to her favor. I just want to know if it’s that I’m a bad human being or if it’s just that I’m sick of fucking up things for people who mean so much to me. I need some support but I can’t seem to do it, or open up. Not like it matters. I hope you’re all okay.