I was SO close to ending it a few nights ago. Every time, SOMETHING always gets in the way, and I chicken out. EVERY TIME. I really wish I had the guts to just end it already. Just had my 21st birthday April 5. Every year just gets more and more depressing and overwhelming. No reason to live anymore. There’s NO WAY I’ll make it to 30, and maybe not even 22 or 23. I’m worried.