Goodbye (Perhaps)

Today, I’ve lost it. I’ve lost my will to live, to search for happiness, to be successful. I’ve lost it all. In fact, as I type this, I’m filling up my journal as my suicide note. I just can’t see the reasons I tried to be happy, or search for love or anything. I’ve just been empty, not empty due to how little I eat, or empty of emotions, but empty of will. So, this is most likely my final post, and all those that tried to help on here, I’m sorry for wasting your time.