There’s no upside to anything anymore, i don’t have the motivation to keep pretending everything is okay. But I’d rather walk in the middle of a busy street than just face it. Nothing matters in my life anymore. I don’t have friends, family, or loved ones. I should just go into my closet pull out the Judge and get it over with. But I’d hate for my roommates to have to clean up the mess. It’s pathetic when your only reason for living is to not inconvenience others.