I think I’m going to do it.

I’m 17, and everything about living is so shitty. I’ve felt like this for a long time, but everything just keeps getting worse. I’ve made the threats quite a few times in the past months. I’m on anti-depressants now but they haven’t helped. My therapist is lovely, but it doesn’t stop this feeling. I’m completely worthless. The only person who I could tell everything to broke my heart. Things will never be the same between him and I and I just want my best friend back. I want to die. I have a shit load of pills next to me and I’m just waiting and trying to decide what to do. I’m afraid of it not working. I’m afraid of what happens when it does work. But I can’t find any reason to keep trying. I’m so fucking alone and miserable. I just want it to end. I’m sick of being worthless and not important to anyone.