I still feel is if I’m still to young to complain or feel sorry for myself yet, I get a mixture of guilt and worry.

But, to put it simply, I believe our existence is meaningless, I feel alone, because I am, but that’s not really necessarily true.

I have some family like a mom and errr- dad, but I’ve never viewed them as companions.

I feel alone, no one can understand me, apparently. I wish my ‘depression’ was very simplistic, but it’s because of a fact that can’t be changed.

I just have no one. Iv’e cried lots till I can’t even if I tried.

I always dream of the various ways I can die. Almost drove a knife through my chest only once because of a break-down.

Now, I just feel emotionless and mutual on everything usually. But I can’t say I’m happy or that I feel sad.

Iv’e decided to stick around till I’m done with university.

If things don’t get better, I guess I’ll just die alone, by my hands, probably. Where nobody can see or hear me.