My misery feels like a never ending story. Everything I do and say is wrong and everything that happens is my fault. At least that is what my closest family tells me, and I can’t do more than agree. I am so sick and tired of my life, and if I had had the guts, I would have ended it right now. Just swollowed some pills and slowly go into a forever-lasting sleep. I am ashamed of myself, ashamed of my thoughts but I seriously can’t take this shit anymore, my life is forever ruined and the only one I have to blame is myself. […]